Tokyo Story

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We’re really homeless now.
I felt strange at the station.

You must be tired, Father.
What about mourning clothes?

She was so lively.
A long time ago, wasn’t it?

Those newlyweds last night.
without suffering, and full of years.

You’ve been kind to come.
we’re becoming smaller, bit by bit.

She’s not going to live.
Can you bring a bandage?

and I feel a kind of loneliness.
The sea is so quiet.

With your head on Mother’s lap.
It was such a beautiful dawn.

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