My grandfather used to till his privately-owned rice field.

He holds a personal grudge against me.

Using the private railway makes commuting very convenient.

I found an old box in the storeroom.

His shirt was wet with sweat.

He acknowledged his mistake and self-reflected by placing his hand on his chest.

He is the type of person who forgets the heat once it passes the throat.

He always lives with the spirit of 'In times of prosperity, do not forget about chaos.'

I'm sorry, but I don't speak Japanese.

I'm a Muslim, so I fast during Ramadan.