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...
I can't say that I hate that kind of thing.
هذا الأمر... يروقني
Die Einstellung finde ich nicht schlecht.
No es algo que me moleste.
No es algo que me moleste.
L’idée ne me déplaît pas.
Devo ammettere che una cosa del genere... 
non mi dispiace.
Eu até que gosto desse tipo de coisa.
Такое... мне по душе.