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๐Ÿฆ‹ๆ˜จๆ—ฅใ‚’่ฆšใˆใฆใ„ใ‚‹ไบบโ€ฆ๐Ÿฆ‹

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ใ‚ใ‚ใ€€ไธๆ€่ญฐใชใ“ใฎ่ก—ใ‚’ ๅƒ•ใ‚‰ใฏใšใฃใจๆญฉใ„ใฆใ‚‹ ใ‚ใ‚Šใตใ‚ŒใŸไบบใฎไธญใง ใฒใจใคใฎ่ฆ–็ทšใŒๅƒ•ใ‚’่ฆ‹ใ‚‹ ็›ฎใฎๅ‰ใซใ„ใ‚‹่€ไบบใฏ ใพใ‚‹ใงๅƒ•ใ‚’็Ÿฅใฃใฆใ„ใ‚‹ ใ€Œไฝ•ใ‹่จ€ใ„ใŸใ„ใฎ๏ผŸใ€ ใ€Œๆ˜จๆ—ฅใ‚’่ฆšใˆใฆใ‚‹ใ€ใจ่จ€ใ† ๆ˜จๆ—ฅใชใ‚“ใฆใ€€ใชใœ่ฆšใˆใ‚‹๏ผŸ ใ‚‚ใ†ๅญ˜ๅœจใ—ใชใ„ใฏใšใชใฎใซ ใ“ใ‚Œใฏๅ†—่ซ‡ใงใ‚‚ใชใ„ ๅฟƒใ‚’ใพใŸๆบใ‚‰ใ—ใฆใ‚‹ ๅ›ใฏ่ชฐใ ใ€€ๅƒ•ใฎไฝ•ใ‚’็Ÿฅใฃใฆใ‚‹๏ผŸ ๆ˜จๆ—ฅใ‚’่ฆšใˆใฆใ‚‹ใ€€ใ‚‚ใ†ๆ€–ใใชใฃใฆใใ‚‹ ่‡ชๅˆ†ใ‚’ไฟกใ˜ใ‚‹ใ‹ใ€€่ชฐใ‹ใฎ่จ˜ๆ†ถใ‹ ็ญ”ใˆใฆใใ‚Œใ€€ๅƒ•ใซไฝ•ใŒ่ตทใใฆใ‚‹๏ผŸ ่€ไบบใฏใพใ ่ชžใ‚Š็ถšใ‘ใ‚‹ ใ“ใฎ่ก—ใ‚‚ๆœใ‚‚ใ€€ๅƒ•ใฎใ“ใจใ‚‚ ไธๆ€่ญฐใชใ“ใจใฐใ‹ใ‚Š่จ€ใ† ใ ใ‘ใฉไธ€็•ชๅคงไบ‹ใชใ“ใจ ๅƒ•ใฏใ“ใ“ใธๅˆใ‚ใฆๆฅใŸ ไธ€ๅบฆใ‚‚ๆฅใŸใ“ใจใชใฉใชใ„ ่€ไบบใฏใŸใ ้ฆ–ใ‚’ๆŒฏใฃใฆ ใ€Œๅ›ใฏใ‚‚ใ†ใ“ใ“ใธๆฅใฆใ„ใ‚‹ใ€ ใ€Œๅ›ใฏใ‚‚ใ†ใ“ใ“ใธๆฅใฆใ„ใ‚‹ ๅˆ†ใ‹ใ‚‹ใ‚ˆใ€€ๅ›ใฏๅฆๅฎšใ™ใ‚‹ ้•ใ†ใ€€ใใ†ๆ€ใ„ใŸใ„ใ ใ‘ ใ ใฃใฆ็œŸๅฎŸใฏๆ€–ใ™ใŽใ‚‹ ่จ˜ๆ†ถใฏใพใ ๆถˆใˆใฆใชใ„ ่ชฐใ‹ใซๆตใ•ใ‚ŒใŸใฎใ‹ใ‚‚ ใ‚‚ใ†ๅธŒๆœ›ใ•ใˆๅคฑใฃใŸ ใ ใ‹ใ‚‰ใพใŸๅ…จ้ƒจๅฟ˜ใ‚ŒใŸใ€ ใใฐใง็™ฝใ„่ถใŒ่ˆžใ† ่€ไบบใฎ่ฆ–็ทšใŒๆญขใพใ‚‹โ€ฆโ€ฆ ใ€ŒใพใŸ็™ฝใใชใฃใŸ ใ ใ‹ใ‚‰ๅ›ใฏใพใŸๅฟ˜ใ‚ŒใŸโ€ฆโ€ฆใ€ ๅ›ใฏ่ชฐใ ใ€€ๅƒ•ใฎไฝ•ใ‚’็Ÿฅใฃใฆใ‚‹๏ผŸ ๆ˜จๆ—ฅใ‚’่ฆšใˆใฆใ‚‹ใ€€ใ‚‚ใ†ๆ€–ใใชใฃใฆใใ‚‹ ่‡ชๅˆ†ใ‚’ไฟกใ˜ใ‚‹ใ‹ใ€€่ชฐใ‹ใฎ่จ˜ๆ†ถใ‹ ็ญ”ใˆใฆใใ‚Œใ€€ๅƒ•ใซไฝ•ใŒ่ตทใใฆใ‚‹๏ผŸ ใ€ŒใพใŸ็™ฝใใชใฃใŸ ใ ใ‹ใ‚‰ๅ›ใฏใพใŸๅฟ˜ใ‚ŒใŸโ€ฆโ€ฆใ€ ๐Ÿ‘‡๐Ÿป๐Ÿ‘‡๐Ÿป English translation below ๐Ÿ‘‡๐Ÿป๐Ÿ‘‡๐Ÿป --- Ah, this mysterious city, We've been walking through it endlessly. Among the ordinary crowd, One gaze is looking right at me. An old man stands before me, As if he knows who I am. "What do you want to say?" He says, "I remember yesterday." Why remember yesterday at all? It shouldn't exist anymore, after all. This isn't a joke, it's real, My heart is shaken once more. Who are you? What do you know about me? You remember yesterday - now I'm getting scared. Do I trust myself, or someone's memory? Answer me - what is happening to me? The old man keeps on speaking, About this city, these clothes, and me. He says such strange things, But the most important thing, you see. I've come here for the first time, I've never been here before. The old man just shakes his head and says, "You've already been here, I'm sure." "You've already been here, I understand - you'll deny it. No, you just want to think so, Because the truth is too frightening to admit. Your memory hasn't disappeared yet, Maybe someone took it away. You've already lost even hope, So you forgot it all again today." A white butterfly dances nearby, The old man's gaze freezes still... "Everything turned white again, So you forgot again, my friend..." Who are you? What do you know about me? You remember yesterday - now I'm getting scared. Do I trust myself, or someone's memory? Answer me - what is happening to me? "Everything turned white again, So you forgot again, my friend..."