Everybody in the picture is smiling.

I'm staring at myself in a mirror.

I hope it'll come out good.

A woman brought an old picture of her dead husband, wearing a hat, to the photographer.

Then, while saying this, the memories of the men who had seduced her, her husband's colleague who had approached her as if it were a joke, the section chief with whom she had held hands, her relative who she had tried to kiss while she was drunk, shined as if projected upon a broken mirror.

"Who is the guy in the picture?" "I don't know who he is."

"It looks like Tanaka got married." "Is that so?" "He posted a picture of him holding a baby next to a woman. Here, look." "You're right. They look happy, huh?"

Who is that man in the background of the picture?

I know the person in the picture.