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...
we might not have been 
able to do anything...
...قد لا نتمكّن من فعل أي شيء، لكن
non è detto che avremmo potuto dargli una mano...
talvez a gente não pudesse
fazer nada, mas...
мы вряд ли чем-то
смогли бы помочь, но...