Sakaki's fighting spirit verges on tragic.
As though dragged along by it, King loses his pace.
He thinks back on a conversation he had once with Haiji.
The words he can't say, the reality he can't escape.
Will Haiji's words free him from the doubts that cling to him?
King's thoughts eventually arrive at the day he arrived at the Chikusei-so.
It was the beginning of a lonely but also dream-like time.
That small disappointment, that small pride. Carry all of it with you as you run.
The men continue to fight to find themselves...!
Some creep with glasses and a guy
who you can't tell what he's thinking.
مُريب بنظّارات وشاب لا يمكنك معرفة
ما الذي يفكّر به
So ein Freak mit Brille und einer,
bei dem ich keine Ahnung hab, was er denkt.
Un tipo raro con lentes
y otro que nunca sé en qué piensa.
Un tipo raro con gafas
y otro que nunca sé en qué piensa.
Entre le binoclard chelou
et celui que j’arrive pas à suivre…
Un quattrocchi odioso e un tipo indecifrabile.
Um antipático de óculos e outro
que não sei o que pensa.
Ещё тут мутный очкарик и тип,
у которого неясно, что на уме.