let the wind change direction a little bit, and their cries turned to whispers.

As I see it, you are living with something that you keep hidden deep inside. Something heavy. I felt it from the first time I met you. You have a strong gaze, as if you have made up your mind about something. To tell you the truth, I myself carry such things around inside. Heavy things. That is how I can see it in you.

I think of rivers, of tides. Forests and water gushing out. Rain and lightning. Rocks and shadows. All of these are in me.

I want to believe you, but if that's true, I just don't get it. Why does loving somebody mean you have to hurt them just as much? I mean, if that's the way it goes, what's the point of loving someone?

Probably." "Again with the probablys." "A world full of probablys," she said.

Sheep hurt my father, and through my father, sheep have also hurt me.

Everything. Things you lost. Things you’re gonna lose. Everything. Here’s where it all ties together.