All language subtitles for Ophelia’s Favorite Books 1995

A World of Eternal Girls, by girls, for girls.

The original image of the girl's world was inherited from Taisho

by the girls' magazines and the dreams of the readers.

What does the insect-glasses mean?

Let me explain.

The insect-glasses represent what is from the past.

Then Ophelia made a beautiful flower bed.

She put the flower on a branch and climbed on it.

The branch broke.

The flower was on top of the flow.

Once upon a time,

there lived a mermaid in the deep sea.

Ophelia lived in the water.

She began to read the girl's magazines

through the magical insect-glasses

She was fascinated by the beautiful words

and the novels.

Flowers are more than the number of them.

Rather than arranging many flowers, It's better to arrange fewer and more unusual flowers...

...and wait for the flowers that change from time to time.

The flowers will tell you about their kind heart.

She listened to a piece of Tchaikovsky

and got excited while listening to Saint-Saëns.

When she realized,

she ate all the roses.

Nobuko Yoshiya was born on May 29, 1896.

She grew up in a feudal family

surrounded by her mother,

father, and brothers.

She was a high school girl

and made her debut in a novel

written for 8 years, starting from the age of 5.

After she made the novel,

she became famous.

She was well known in the family novels

such as The Friendship of Women

and The Marriage of Husbands.

She wrote historical novels

such as The Wives of Tokugawa

and The Four Guards.

She was always a weak person

and wrote as passionately as she could.

She built 8 houses in her life

and became the owner of 8 horse-drawn carriages.

Many men in the army

envied her.

She lived her life

as the daughter of her favorite woman,

Chiyo Kadoma.

She was always a kind-hearted person.

Flower Story (Hana monogatari)

Many flowers bloom in the dream of a girl who will never return.

Shall i help you out when it's dangerous?

No, It's Okay.

But, um, you shouldn't fall.

It's okay. I won't fall.

Because, maybe, you can't.

Takaki Iyani, if I climb with you, it will be a spring country.

The river will be white and the bell will ring in the morning.

It's just like Akiko-sama's Oota.

You shouldn't. You have a close eye.

That's a pear flower.

There's a pear field over there.

Well, it's okay.

I wonder if I should become a goldfish, too.

I'm envious that the way you look at things has turned to mud,

and you're drawing illusions.

The pear flower is beautiful, isn't it?

It's so pure white, and it's so faint.

Yes, but it's a fleeting flower.

It's a flower that seems to disappear before it can bloom.

And we don't know.

A FLEETING PEAR FLOWER

And the swan sitting above her flowers...

she was poor and sad indeed.

In the dream she saw a lady of use,

but she did not notice her being there.

One day the people read her and...

then forever closed the gate of the tower.

When the curtains of both windows are closed,

The sky will be tilted.

A company of guests will pick up someone's delicious funeral.

When the stem hangs over my heart

The worst thing happens when you are in a bad mood.

Tears well up in my eyes and I feel nostalgic for Kaela Day.

It still bloms in my heart.

The name of the flower was Awaji.

Ryo-chan, isn't this a cute notebook?

Please use it.

I don't need that anymore...

Nerio-chan, please don't say anything and just use it.

I bought it with the intention of giving it to someone.

Ryo-chan, even if you don't like it, keep it.

No,No,No, i don't want this kind of thing.

Ryo-chan, I'm sorry, please don't be angry, i will give you a better one next time.

I thought of you as the only one in the world, like my sister.

I thought of you as my sister.

I thought that you would be troubled by the burden from the bottom of your heart.

I decided to leave you as soon as possible.

I decided to leave you as soon as possible.

I decided to leave you as soon as possible.

I did everything I could to please you.

Chijo, your sister, and all those other people...

Chijo, your sister, and all those other people...

They won't become your material object...

They won't become your material object...

Thegre is two people that live in my heart like my grandfather.

I am...

The first episode of Mariko no Hoshi.

Mariko lives with her grandfather.

Her father and mother died in an accident,

but her grandfather catches fish and feeds Mariko.

To be continued.

Please wait a moment.

Episode 7 - Guidelines for the Jurisdiction.

I write letters, and i am filled with the beauty of the cloudy sky.

I am sorry for doing this once.

I was really lonely without friends.

I was lonely until I met you.

Do you like Shiragiku?

First of all, Shiragiku,

Shirayuri,

Shirobara,

Hakuchoukan,

Byakudan,

Shirotsubaki,

Shironadeshiko,

Hakuran,

and others.

Shirojusu,

Shiromuku,

Shirogane,

Shirozuisho,

Shirosango,

Shiromeno,

Hakuchou,

Hakutsuru.

But Shiragiku is still my life.

In the next life, I will disappear from the world

and be reborn as a flower of Shiragiku.

Let's be friends forever.

But I am destined to be lonely as long as I live in the world.

In the house of Shiragiku,

there is blood that destroys beautiful bodies.

Beautiful thing,

your name is Sadness.

In the next life,

you will be a flower of Shiragiku.

The second episode of Mariko's Star.

Today is Mariko's birthday.

The old man went out early in the morning to catch fish for Mariko.

But it started snowing.

To be continued.

Tamaki is like Hayakawa Sesshu and Monroe Salisbury.

They mix the four good things in a vat and make a dumpling.

On top of that, he feels like he has sprinkled the soft flour of the women of the Fukusuke family.

The color of the poisonous flower is beautiful sadness.

When you gently look at the veneer of the poisonous bamboo and look at the autumn mountains,

the young girl's heart is pitifully lonely.

It is similar to the coral of the poisonous utsugi.

The poison is beautiful, the sin is sweet,

and the secret is fun.

However, the beautiful things are cursed and have little value.

Even if you throw it hard,

its chest is like the soft plumage of the plum tree.

It is like being wet by the spring rain and trembling.

For example,

it is like the faint sound of a single string of strings left behind by resentment, anger, and controversy.

It is like the broken silver line that has been thrown away in the sand of the beach by the sea in the summer.

It is like being wet and shining in the autumn waves.

Everything is pitifully gentle and sad.

It is like the small pot of the girl's soul,

which is light in color,

hidden in her soft and plump chest.

However, the beautiful tears of the overflowing earth

are full in the pot and can't be done.

We are the flowers of the shade.

We are the flowers of the shade.

But it doesn't matter.

Even if we don't bloom in the sunlight,

if we bloom in the moonlight,

Mother, I don't want to play with the light.

Mariko's Star, Episode 3

Suddenly, a storm came.

Grandpa, please come back safely.

To be continued.

For those people, it's better to just not push them.

as the wheel of stimuli spins

The moment it becomes pants or fills up later, it crystallizes.

So now I'm sitting on the floor, cutting it out once.

James, who had cut out the picture from the catalog,

listened to his mother's words

and blessed the picture of the refrigerator with all his heart.

What are you thinking about?

It's strange that you, a wanderer,

care about the rumors of such a boring person.

Now, get a hold of yourself.

You can make new friends.

It's normal for you to spend money.

Then, Ophelia, who was reading

the girl's magazine in the water,

seems to be getting a little tired.

Let's take a break here.

Ophelia, a Girl who lives in the water, is shaken by memories of her time as a girl on land.

With a magic magnifying glass in hand, she became more and more absorbed in the world of girls in magazines.

Saya Sakurako, born in 1896, Tochigi City

With money sent by her mother, she made her way to Tokyo, she spent her childhood living in a local forest home.

She moved to Tokyo in the middle of her schooling years, after completing the rest of her studies, she went on to become a Japanese dressmaking instructor.

after graduating, she worked as an advertising representative for a paper company

She started a Japanese-style dormitory in an empty room at home

and started living with her mother for the first time.

She raised six children and closed the dormitory while taking care of her husband.

As her mother passed away and her children were separated,

she actively participated in welfare activities such as humanitarian aid.

Since then, she has begun to read a lot of books,

and it has become a habit for her to keep a diary for a long time.

At the age of 50, she started writing novels.

She wrote one after another based on various wishes that she couldn't get when she was a girl,

and the soul of a girl who was separated from her body in the society of life and death.

Tsukiyo's dream was to be a short story publisher, who she was at 60 years old.

She died at the age of 99.

It's so Sad, she was so young.

In the place where the house used to be, only the locked gate remains.

Grass grows in the back.

I felt nostalgic even though it wasn't my own house,

so I named the place the house of grass.

And at night, I became the ground.

I grew a lot of grass on my body.

Under the grass, my mother, my child who was supposed to be born,

my ex-lover, and my feelings for the people I love are buried with the fragments of my memory.

At night, it swells up with an uncontrollable momentum and tightens my chest.

The grass grows in the back.

The mother, the child, and the lover live in the ground.

In the back of the lost leaves, the father, the mother, and the grass grow.

In the middle of the night, I breathe in the moonlight of the streetlights,

listen to the blue breath of the cuckoos,

and walk barefoot on the back of the grass.

Tomorrow, it will grow smooth,

dig up the earth, cut down the trees, and grow.

With thin arms, I move forward to the sky.

I break through and reach the other side.

That is you, who welcomed me with a smile,

putting your left foot in the crack of the rock last night.

I love you.

I touch your shoulder.

I touch your cheek.

I smell the sound of the wind.

I smell the color of your nose.

I smell the warmth of the sun.

I return to the house of grass.

I return to the house of grass.

On July 14, I receive a phone call.

On July 20, I arrive at my friend's house.

On July 23, my friend comes to visit.

On July 31, I am struck by the noise of the streetlights.

On July 27, I sing a drunken song.

On August 31, I take the first train home.

Mariko's Planet Episode 7

This is how I do it.

Ah! It's Burning!

To be continued.

From far beyond the southern
sun, that butterfly came.

Riding the turbulent air
currents, the butterfly arrived.

Having lost his foreleg,
he was able to run.

Unable to endure the cold, Without
dreams of swelling bellies, Soon

They pass away, as though decaying,
as though merely sleeping.

In the botanical garden's greenhouse,
Trees of banana leaves as tall as a person

Are dusted with powdered snow,
A tropical dream clinging close.

The sound of devouring those leaves, still
vaporised with their translucent green

skin, was saturated in
the vapour pressure.

Swallowed up Excretion, Swallowed up Excretion, Swallowed up Excretion

The liquid conscience emitting the stench
of a rotten Japanese solution And the

afterglow of pleasure sucking in its
own digested filth Were destroyed

Melting faith and sucking it in, Melting it
down to a slimy mess and sucking it in

Sucking it in slimy, and
dripping with excitement

A face that sucks up the same face as the
translucent nectar and seeping

sap, emitting a fiery white light.

The young one nibbles grass, never sated,
then devours his sister.

The sister devours her brother. They devour the
brother turned chrysalis. All devour all.

Devouring the sturdy pattern,
Feasting on the tender green flesh.

The milky white produced by the same face
devours the life of a single fibre, its

hue transformed through
generations into a clear green.

Rub bodily fluids into the thicket of
grasses, and devour the oracle bones.

Devour the milky,
sweet-and-sour fragrance.

To swallow the shame
of being stripped bare.

Devouring fear.

To consume the immortal slime.

Devouring the gaze, shaken by the turmoil.

My sister Haoko completely excuses herself...

...with this story and cashed in a loan from more than 10,000¥.

...because right here in the middle of the Varanasi ice pocket...

...a non-existing colony has been tampered with, to divide up.

...and she did her best to cover every inch.

and the sun was shining on the sea.

She wishes very much to win that money...

...in there, a strange beauty

...on each or their own corpses.

They no longer cast a shadow on the cool water...

...and speak...

...their own ears...

...their own stomachs.

Aholotlupalupa...

...I always call you...

...my corpse.

I'm home, Mom!

Mom...

Mom...

Mom...

Mom...

Mom...

Mom...

Mom...

Mom...

Mariko's Star, Episode 8

Oh, no, what now!

The fire has spread so quickly!

Yoko!

Ah! Yoko!

To be continued...

The light emitted by...

...the radiation from the stars...

...involves the formation of a new type of fish.

This light is reflected...

...in various colors...

...in the initial direction.

In addition...

...the radiation...

...is under the control...

...of a new type of fish...

...and can be adjusted.

However...

...the deep sea...

...is filled with light...

...as if it were a dance hall.

This is not a story...

...that can be imagined.

Mariko's Star, Episode 9

Mariko, thank you.

I'm sorry for everything.

Suddenly, the old man...

...returned home.

Grandpa! Mariko!

They hugged each other tightly.

The End

Papa,Mama!

Buy a traditional umbrella.

I bought it yesterday already...

No problem, I will buy it.

No problem, only today.

I did !

Good to you.

Give me this photo paper!

It is .

Go to it.

It is .

Go to it.

I will never give.

The swamp spread, floating like a fish, and speaking the song of prayer, and being a creature that was chasing the water, and drowned into the water, unknowingly, even when death is about to come, oh, that is also between the clothes.

The swollen seed quickly sucked water.

To make beautiful songs.

That poor sacrifice.

They were dragged into the dirt of the river.

and clearly

Next to anything.

I just...

I want to be loved by a woman and give up my dream.

The young girl of the water, Ophilia, begins to read the sequel to her favorite girl magazine with magic insect glasses in one hand.

Mosaki Midori, was born in spring, on the mountain shadow, in the year 1896, she was a teacher's and daughter of a temple, there was sisters of great talent, and was also a talented man.

She leaves school as a teacher and starts posting to the world of writing, and is noticed as the size of the posts that compete with Lucia.

Then she started writing in Tokyo.

she had suffered many misfortunes and loneliness.

Taking a lot of headache medication.

she was developing hallucinatory symptoms due to a type of addiction.

The style is sliding from pre-ordinarily to expressively.

The method is cinematic, super-sensory, and consciously fluid.

she had a new feeling and expression.

The top of the seventh direction is the sensation.

This strange article in KEO has brought the world together the industry of people

But then, she lost everything in love.

Signs of nervous disorders are also increased.

Stopped your time and broke her pen.

she struggled on her late late years.

Forgetting the face.

When my heart is sad.

Walk alone.

Leave your mind in the field.

Forgetting the face.

When my heart suffers.

Walk with the wind.

Give the face to the wind.

Medium

Jupiter smells of you.

far beyond the earth.

Keep your thoughts on the stars.

One of the stars can be seen playing.

It smells like Jupiter.

The smell of Jupiter.

The rain is

On the back of the cochlear.

and one ticket.

No clouds, no sunny days.

In the white wind.

The heart

One yellow mouth.

See also far.

Going to the solar system.

Mr. Jupiter is

Knights of a distant homeland.

by expectantly

A relaxed eye.

After 72 hours of cleaning my room, thin dust sits on my desk, and my floating clock is always 3:13.

During the long winter, without morning or afternoon, at 3:13, over time, forgot the time and kept silent at 3:13,

On the roof of the Silent Tower, the powder of cat lies coughed and accumulated.

If you are using a colored roof, wrap the roof.

A fresh spring will come.

But for a while already.

Live outside of time.

Mr Jupiter

What words did the people of Mars use?

The cat is completely dried until the pollen is gone.

Poetry by Fiona McLoughlin.

The calendar in the room stayed quiet at 3:13 min.

*Hello*

It is cloud smoke.

*Hello*

The people on Mars.

I want a poet.

My mind and my fool.

You are in your heart.

Smell Jupiter and a little rain.

The sweet lady, William.

The narrow thread in my window.

The smell of Jupiter.

You smell like Mommy.

Honey is in your chest.

Deep in the soul.

A little bit of Omin.

You are transformed.

You are separated.

Oh

What a divided poet.

The soul is divided into two.

The one-body Mr. Sharp

A door separated from the heart.

Living next door.

Missed Road

Mariko's Star, Episode 4.

Mariko was taken to the house of a relative.

This guy is a cousin.

Welcome.

To be continued.

Green pavement covering the cages in parks and forests.

In this case, like other high-rise plants,

I can give another flower,

In the paper valve, there is nothing that should become seeds.

After fertilization, it grows up and becomes something very special called the cellular brain.

If it is mature.

by the purely sexual reproduction of the cell.

I can make a small powdered cell.

The plant's allure is artificially stimulated by the heat of fertilizer.

I once worried about a poor girl.

The reproductive condition of this cane.

I cry, I am a girl.

Always have tears on every face.

It has the coldest appearance among plants.

Finally showed that affection.

Two truths that conceive of each other.

At the same time, we can also call the state of existence in consciousness a dividing truth.

These two truths are always conceived.

to be enemy.

The first truth lies in the patient’s colour field.

Patients know themselves.

The second psychology is sinking deep under his colour field without realizing it.

The concept of color zone above gives the patient air-exploding suffering.

When you leave it, you fall into loss.

I study more knowledge.

It was like a split psychology.

I must write a poem in the fog.

But what I wrote was a simple love poem.

The smell of the western house.

I felt sad at the piano.

then i wrote a poem with love.

Changes in plant burning due to the heat of fertilizer.

The world successfully triggered the second plant burning, and the first test was conducted using high-temperature fertilizer.

The second is due to medium temperature fertilizer.

Third, the medium temperature fertilizer.

Fourth, the low temperature

This time, I’m looking forward to the second shot in the world.

As in the right table, we have tried to grow fertilizers at medium temperature.

It took a few days before we saw the flowers.

Send them early.

Opening without opening.

Not as a vaporizer.

Very few days really.

The world is meeting.

Not to fall into the world’s plants and divisive diseases.

Those thoughts give the world’s horror to sorrow.

This is a help of research materials.

Not to be able to cultivate divisive warriors.

Always wanting healthy plants.

Despite the world’s behavior.

The plants of the world have to go on spring and flourish.

It is a very helpful way to help patients.

I feel like it's pretty, pretty around the neck.

The girl fell in love tonight.

You can help us in the house.

Good night.

In that night.

That was it.

A plant's love assistant

That was it.

But

um...

Is it just a feeling that kisses are just enough to breathe so much air?

Is it painful to lose love?

It is ultimately a way to teach people.

I am already in love with you.

This is a great start to study that.

If you are a psychologist, you can start writing a psychology paper.

So, Sagan must be lost in love to become a musician.

I will have to lose my love to write the poem of the seventh volume.

I want to refer to Tose’s love as a reference to the treatment of patients.

The Tissue on the West’s Table.

In a silent love, in a silent love.

I don’t know which of the two you’re in love with.

Have you had a split relationship?

I wanted to write a poem like a biographical painting.

But what I wrote was

becoming a very rich love poem.

I have to exercise and it will rain in the bucket.

My voice is dropping halfway.

I do not eat chestnut.

This is a single voice poem.

I sent it from my neighbor.

Thank you, it’s crazy at this time.

I'm going down to the train and going up the ladder.

I think of you, you are not accompanied.

You will fall on the grass

I'll say to you.

Oh you are

But you are not accompanied.

I think of you, you are not accompanied.

You will fall on the grass

I'll say to you.

Oh you are

But you are not accompanied.

The Love of Sage.

The last few days only ended shortly.

But I had this period.

I just sent him in sorrow.

Mariko's Star, Episode 5.

Mariko worked together from early morning until late night.

During such a time, I was thinking about my grandfather.

Grandpa is

To be continued

Mariko's Star, Episode 6.

What is it that are you looking at work?

Yoko, please give it back.

To be continued

Well well, Let�s take a break with Ophelia.

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