The weather is supposed to go downhill starting this afternoon.

Normally they say that everything is like a downhill.

The road dips suddenly.

Worse still, he's on the way out.

He is over the hill, you know.

Business is declining.

The hill slopes downward to the river.

The weather will change for the worse this afternoon.

The road descends slowly.

The road declines sharply.

It's not better public transportation.

Somehow it feels like going downhill.

Because the older you grow, the worse everything turns out.

Because the blue line is a better line.

So It is beyond even intellect. It's not there. Then you say,

The airport is in Osaka Bay.

So this is the motor.

It might on occasion jump over because of the step size, but by and large we're going down the hill.

By September the burst in spending seemed to be tapering off.

For a girl, after 30, it's downhill all the way.

The punchline to your journey? Look at the horizon.

Let's descend the slope.

Our car pulled uphill.

John skied up the slope.

I take a car.

I take a bus.

Well, that's not necessary.

Okay. You got a car?

But the joke is, an epidemiologist likes to arrive at an epidemic right here and ride to glory on the downhill curve.

Passengers should board the train now.

Boys, push the cart, it's uphill.

And that's the power of anonymity.

HORN HONKS you there! Bus!

Kosaka, back to your seat!

I experience nausea when I go on too many rides.

Are we going to take a cab?

I said, That's enough. One year's enough for me to do that.

We skied down the slope.

He'll have been on his way almost an hour now. Look out! Don't touch that trip line.

And that's what is going to happen to Humberto, unless he does something.

From Matsuzaka, on Ise Bay, they are traveling by boat

Please get in.

Please get into the car.

Do you want a ride?

Getting on?