Masaki is spending his days in a quiet, detached way, going to school, taking class, then going home. Since that day, he hasn't ridden the waves even once. But no matter how much he wants to resent surfing, wants to hate it, wants to quit it...he can't rid himself of the love he has for it. One night, under a full moon, Masaki laments alone on the Oarai shore. Tanaka quietly approaches. Moonlight. The sound of waves. And then, Masaki...
Before I know it, 
I'm thinking about surfing.
سرعان ما وجدتُ نفسي أفكّر بركوب الأمواج
Wenn ich aufwache, denke ich ans Surfen.
Sin que me dé cuenta,
siempre acabo pensando en el surf.
Sin que me dé cuenta,
siempre acabo pensando en el surf.
Je me rends compte
que j’y pense tout le temps.
Ancor prima di rendermene conto,
sto già pensando al surf.
Sem me dar conta,
começo a pensar em surfe.
Сам не пойму, как мысли
к нему сводятся.