1:45:12
I know there's no consolation...
1:45:18
...for such terrible pain.
1:45:25
But we must think...
1:45:31
...of the child's future.
1:45:40
The bitter odour of these flowers...
1:45:50
...is like poison to my heart.
1:45:57
You want me to ask a mother--
1:46:10
The room where we made love
has the chill of death.
1:46:16
That portrait!
1:46:22
Three years have gone by...
1:46:26
...and she's counted every day
and every hour!
1:46:33
Every day and every hour...
1:46:36
...for three long years.
1:46:56
Come, Suzuki, please!
1:46:59
I can't stay here!