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๐Ÿ‘‡๐Ÿป๐Ÿ‘‡๐Ÿป๐Ÿฆ‹Playlist๐Ÿฆ‹๐Ÿ‘‡๐Ÿป๐Ÿ‘‡๐Ÿป https://suno.com/playlist/0f40cf08-2e91-46d5-951e-53e311335686 ่ทฏๅœฐใ‚’-ไบบๆญฉใ„ใฆใ ็™ฝใ„่ถใซๆฐ—ใฅใ„ใŸใ‚ˆ ใพใŸใ“ใ“ใซ็พใ‚ŒใŸใญ ่‰ฒใฏใ‚„ใฃใฑใ‚Š็™ฝใ„ใ‚“ใ  ใงใ‚‚ใฉใ“ใ‹ใธๅฐŽใใ‚ˆ ๅ‰ใซใ˜ใ‚ƒใชใใฆๅพŒใ‚ใธใจ ็Ÿฅใ‚‰ใชใ„ๅ ดๆ‰€ใธ้€ฃใ‚Œใฆใ ็ฉบใฃใฝใฎๅบญใฎไธญใธ ใใ“ใซๅฃใŒ-ๆžšใ ใ‘ ใŸใใ•ใ‚“ใฎ็ตตใŒๆใ‹ใ‚Œใฆใ‚‹ ใฒใฉใ่‰ฒใ‚ใ›ใฆใ‚‹ใ‘ใฉ ่ชฐใ‚‚่ชฌๆ˜Žใ—ใฆใใ‚Œใชใ„ ๅ…จ้ƒจ็™ฝใๅก—ใ‚‰ใ‚Œใฆใ‚‹ ใใ‚Œใฏๅƒ•ใฎ่ถใชใ‚“ใ  ใงใ‚‚ใ™ใใใฐใซใ‚‚ใ†-ๅŒน ็œŸใฃ้ป’ใช่ถใŒใ„ใ‚‹ใ‚“ใ  ใใฐใซ่จ€่‘‰ใŒ-ใคใ‚ใ‚‹ ่ชญใ‚€ใ“ใจใŒใงใใชใ„ใ‚“ใ  ๅฃใซใใฃใจ่งฆใ‚ŒใŸใจใ ่จ˜ๆ†ถใซๅ…‰ใŒ่ตฐใฃใŸใ‚ˆ ๅฟ˜ใ‚Œใ‚‰ใ‚ŒใŸๅพŒใซๆฎ‹ใฃใŸใ‚‚ใฎ ็™ฝใ„่ถใŒๆ•™ใˆใฆใใ‚Œใ‚‹ ใšใฃใจๅ‰ใ‹ใ‚‰้š ใ•ใ‚ŒใฆใŸใ“ใจ ้ป’ใ„่ถใซ่ฆ‹ใ›ใ‚‹้‹ๅ‘ฝ ๅๅ‰ใ‚‚้ก”ใ‚‚ใชใ„ใ‘ใ‚Œใฉ ใŸใ ่‡ชๅˆ†่‡ช่บซใ ใ‘ใŒใ„ใŸ ใ“ใ“ใซๆ˜”็ซ‹ใฃใฆใ„ใŸ ใ‚‚ใ†-ไบบใฎไบบใฎใ“ใจใ‚‚ ็žฌใ ใ‘ใฉใ‚ใ‹ใฃใŸใ‚ˆ ่ถใฏ้ŽๅŽปใธใจๅฐŽใใ‚“ใ  ๆถˆใ•ใ‚ŒใฆใŸใ™ในใฆใฎๅ ดๆ‰€ ไฝ•ใ‹ๆ€ใ„ๅ‡บใ›ใ‚‹ใ‚ˆใ†ใซ ็™ฝใ„่ถใฏ้“ใ‚’็Ÿฅใฃใฆใ‚‹ ใงใ‚‚ๅ‰ใซใฏ้€ฒใพใชใ„ใ‚“ใ  ใ‚‚ใ—่จ˜ๆ†ถใŒๅ˜˜ใ‚’ใคใใชใ‚‰ ใฉใ“ใธๅƒ•ใ‚’้€ฃใ‚Œใฆใใฎ๏ผŸ ใ“ใฎๅ ดๆ‰€ใง่‡ชๅˆ†ใ‚’่ฆ‹ใŸใ‚ˆ ใใฃใจใ“ใ“ใซใ„ใŸใ“ใจใŒใ‚ใ‚‹ ใงใ‚‚ใชใœๆ€ใ„ๅ‡บใ›ใชใ„ใฎ ๅƒ•ใฏไฝ•ใ‚’ๅฟ˜ใ‚ŒใŸใ‚“ใ ใ‚ใ†๏ผŸ ๐Ÿ‘‡๐Ÿป๐Ÿ‘‡๐Ÿป English translation below ๐Ÿ‘‡๐Ÿป๐Ÿ‘‡๐Ÿป I walk alone down the alleyway, I noticed a white butterfly. It appeared here again, Its color is white, just as I said. But it leads somewhere, Not forward, but backward, I swear. It takes me to a place unknown, Into an empty courtyard, alone. There's only one wall standing there, With many pictures drawn with care. Heavily faded, it's true, And no one will explain it to you. Everything is painted white, That's my butterfly, shining bright. But right beside it, there's another one, A butterfly completely black, not one. Next to them, there's a single word, That I cannot read, haven't heard. When I softly touched the wall, A light ran through my memory's call. What remained after oblivion, The white butterfly will show me then. What was hidden from me for so long, The black butterfly is destined to show, a song. There's no name and there's no face, Just myself, in that place. I stood here once before, And another person, at the door. For a moment, I understood, The butterfly leads to the past, it could. All the places that were erased, So that something could be remembered, traced. The white butterfly knows the way, But it doesn't move forward, I'd say. If memory knows how to lie, Where will it take me, by and by? I saw myself in this place, I've definitely been here, in this space. But why can't I remember it now? What did I forget, and how?