Kumon Yume is my best friend.

His speeches are always of the same pattern, lacking freshness.

He was envious of her success.

He was wrapping the present.

He was plucking flowers in the garden.

I saw a flock of sheep on the top of the mountain.

He was singing to himself alone in the room.

Unable to bear the pain, he had no choice but to scream.

The house over there is very big.

Daichi took a deep breath.