The wind is blowing in the park.

My grandfather used to plow the rice fields with a horse in the old days.

The children were having fun playing a counting game.

The sunlight poured into the room, making it very bright.

Nikko is my best friend.

He added some notes to the report.

After listening to his story, I felt his pain for the first time.

I perceived his suffering.

He has a large number of books in his room, exceeding 1000.

Ah, it seems like I left something behind.