ふと通りに目をやると、行き交う人の中に、１人立ち止まり俺を見下ろす者がいた。の英語

As I glanced at the street there was somebody looking down at me in the middle of those walking past each other.

We sped into the narrow track, hardly dropping any speed. "It's a short cut!" "Oi! It's a footpath!!"

A boy and a girl came in. I spoke to the boy, who seemed to be older than the girl.

We sped into the narrow track, hardly dropping any speed. "It's a short cut!" "Oi! It's a footpath!!"

The speeding vehicle skidded and crashed head-on into the rear end of a truck before the driver could say Jack Robinson.

The speeding vehicle skidded and crashed head-on into the rear-end of a truck before the driver could say Jack Robinson.

I walked along with stroller pushers, roller-bladers, children riding bicycles, people in wheelchairs, old couples walking hand in hand, and a visually impaired man with his assistant.

Some people even called for an ambulance because they did not know which hospital to go to, or because they had no other means of transportation.

As the popping sound of the fireworks stopped, it suddenly became quiet around me. The smell of gunpowder somehow put me in a sentimental mood.

At that time, bicycles were just starting to get popular and, here and there, there were many unskilled beginners who ran into people and broke through their hedges.

A girl quietly approached the pair's workplace. The girl did so quietly — though to be accurate, she was a mute.

A man with a knife entered the school grounds, killed seven second graders and one first grader, and wounded many others.

In the countryside, the breaths of the grass, the trees, and the rocks have the foul smell of humans. They call to me from all directions, and they cling to me. But in the city, even the passengers of a jam-packed train are as quiet as pebbles on the riverbed, and everyone is only thinking of themselves.

While one of them sped around major parts of the property on the mower, a second made a few sweeps at some tall weeds on the edge of my wife's garden, and the third got into the truck and smoked a cigarette.

While one of them sped around major parts of the property on the mower, a second made a few sweeps at some tall weeds on the edge of my wife's garden and the third got into the truck and smoked a cigarette.

I was getting close to the summit, but there were several boulders in my way, and trying to get over them almost did me in. Sometimes there were loose rocks all over the place, too.

Trucks came and dumped big stones on the road, then some trucks with little stones, then some trucks with tar and sand, and finally a steam roller came and rolled it all smooth, and the road was done.

Well, I just asked him if he knew the time, because my watch has stopped, and he simply bolted.

"I just ran into a friend today who had transferred schools a while back." "Cool!" "Yeah. Then, we talked about movies, and they suggested we go watch one sometime soon. Is that OK?" "Sure! But, is this friend a boy or a girl?" "....."

"The huge intersection with eight lanes of cars seemed smaller when I controlled the traffic," he laughed.

I leapt from the ground and flew into the sky - soon, the clouds were beneath me, a white cotton carpet glittering under the setting sun.

"Hey! It's dangerous to run here." "Eh? ... A-a-Aaah!!" "Oh dear, what did I tell you?"

Then, while saying this, the memories of the men who had seduced her, her husband's colleague who had approached her as if it were a joke, the section chief with whom she had held hands, her relative who she had tried to kiss while she was drunk, shined as if projected upon a broken mirror.

I casually put a probing question to him to find out what he was plotting to do: “Where have you been?"

“Where have you been?" I casually asked him to probe into [to sound out] what he was scheming.

In my secondary school days, I was much impressed by how my hospitalised grandfather would often tell the nurses there, "Thank you, I appreciate your help."

I was at a musical recently, in the third row. Seeing the actor I love up close like that made me feel more smitten with him than ever.

I had hoped to get another 50,000 miles out of my car, but it gave up the ghost on the expressway and it would cost too much to fix it.

"Hey! It's dangerous to run here." "Eh? ... A-a-Aaah!!" "Oh dear, what did I tell you?"

When I was very young, my father died. His younger brother, due to the vicissitudes of the times and to his own laziness, dissipated his own fortune and afterwards became a peddler of writing materials. He often came to our house, but when he came, my mother would scold him and he would be troubled.