He opened the wooden box and checked its contents.

In the new house, white skirting boards are installed.

Mr. Sawaki is my best friend.

The forest where I stand is filled with silence and beauty.

Rumors are spreading that he is the culprit, but there must be some reason because 'where there's smoke, there's fire.'

He took his failure as 'don't cry over spilt milk'.

His dream is to catch a black marlin.

Mr. Irikigi is my best friend.

He didn't move, like a stump.

He is a perfectionist, but we must not forget that even monkeys fall from trees.