The Drops of God (神の雫)

You're crazy, you know?

Coming up here at this hour...

I could say the same about you.

Yeah, we're both crazy.

This is the place.

The horizon looks like it's on fire!

This is what it was talking about.

I remembered.

A "heat haze" refers to that shimmer you see when it's hot in summer.

But in the old Japanese of the poem, it means the burning light of dawn.

The Japanese person who explained the poem to you probably misinterpreted it.

But the wine showed me the truth.

Let's have some.

And envision ourselves wandering through space.

"Hingashi no no ni kagirohi no tatsu miete,

kaherimisureba tsuki katabukinu."

I can't even move...

I love you, Natsuki...

Ten o'clock?!

Wake up, you guys!

Gosh, we sure drank a lot after that.

We're all gonna catch colds.

Sorry to drag you out here like this.

But that was just lovely.

The perfect combination of dawn breaking and the Barolo...

I don't think I'll ever forget it.

I definitely agree.

Weird. You smell like a drunk.

You from around here?

What a cute little guy.

What's your name, young man?

Sora. It means "space"!

Look at me, sonny.

Your mother... Where is your mother?

Is she here with you?

Sora! Sora!

Over here, dear!

I found him!

Sorry to trouble you all.

Sora, let's go.

No, I'm staying here.

Hey, sonny, do you like this place?

Yeah! It's mom's favorite spot.

So I like it too!

Um, can we do something for you?

Does this boy have a mother named Natsuki?

How did you know that?

I see...

It was all my fault.

I want to apologize, and this time, I want to stay with her.

This way, please.

What a coincidence.

We're staying at the same hotel.

Kobayashi-kun told you where I was staying, no doubt.

It's just like you to play dumb.

Tell me, Issei.

Are you going to Koryu-ji to see the Miroku Bosatsu again?

Of course.

I see. Perhaps I'll go with you, then.

Please don't!

Stop trying to get in my way!

That's not my intention.

There's something I want to see.

What is it?

The Miroku Bosatsu.

But not the one you're so obsessed with.

The other Miroku Bosatsu.

Didn't you realize?

The one you've been looking at is the Hokan Miroku.

But there's another smaller one next to it, isn't there?

I never even noticed...

I thought not.

That's just who you are.

But for me, that small Miroku Bosatsu was my salvation.

Reminds you of when we came here together, doesn't it?

Maybe. I've forgotten that.

Have you really?

During the two years I spent in Kyoto,

I brought you here almost every day to pray

in front of this smaller Miroku statue.

Issei, take a look at this Miroku statue.

Okay.

I-It's beautiful, Mother.

Like he's thinking about something.

What do you suppose he's contemplating?

Huh? Mother?

"The Crying Miroku."

That's what this statue is called.

It got the name because its right hand looks like it's wiping away tears,

not to mention its sorrowful expression.

Open it.

Wh-What are you thinking?

To open that here... How inappropriate!

Just do it.

What's the matter?

This wine...

You thought it was the Sixth Apostle?

Absurd.

Drink it, Issei.

And realize how little you know.

How far you are from Kanzaki Yutaka.

Where am I?

This is the mind of someone who feels lost.

It's like the world that Kanzaki Yutaka spoke of.

But this isn't space.

It's more... Yes, I feel the earth,

rich in water and green,

all with the breath of life.

Who's there?

Have you been waiting for me here?

Why?

Why are you so sad?

You straighten your posture

and put your finger to your cheek as if to keep the sadness from overflowing.

Who are you?

Why...?

Why couldn't I tell?

That my mother was crying that day...

Mother...

Natsuki died of a brain hemorrhage soon after giving birth to him.

No...

How could this be?

I told her to stop waiting.

You understand, right?

He's not going to follow you to the middle of the Japanese countryside!

I'm not waiting.

I ran away in shock when he wasn't happy about our baby.

But now I realize he was just under too much stress.

Then why do you go out to Manyo Park every morning?!

I know he'll figure it out.

A Western wine made far beyond the horizon

and a poem written in an Eastern country...

It's just like a miracle that they met.

And someday, there'll be another miracle.

Natsuki...

That miracle has come true.

She may be gone now,

but the child she left us has made a miracle happen.

Father...

Come on, Sora.

I told you not to come in.

You smell like Mom, mister.

You smell like Mom's wine!

Sora...

It's like they've been family for years.

Yeah.

I'm sure they'll be family now.

A real family.

Oh, that's right!

Natsuki was finally able to self-publish her poems.

Would you and your friends like to see them, Leo?

Definitely!

Here.

"Wine and Japanese Poetry."

This looks really interesting.

These are the poems she wrote while drinking wine in Italy!

There're so many great poems!

This is...

What is it, Shizuku-san?

"I wander alone in the world."

"I stop and look into space,

and it speaks to me silently."

This poem is just like the Sixth Apostle!

It's like she wrote it while thinking of the Sixth Apostle.

If that's true,

then the wine she had was...

Ma'am, where is the wine she'd drink?