The word-gatherer wanders through the night Searching the ground for fallen stars to find “Look, see, they scatter and fall without end, Though few will dazzle with radiant light.” A couple passing close goes on their way— “Beggar fool,” the man spits out in disdain. “No, just a dreamer, nothing more than that,” The woman whispers softly to the man. “Whatever they may say, I never mind— For words are mostly trifles of that kind, Most worth no more than garbage left behind.” The word-gatherer wanders through the night, Still holding faith that somewhere it must be: “I’ll cast the star-shards back into the night.” 言葉集め屋は夜を彷徨う 地面に落ちてる星を探して 「ほら、いくらでも落ちているのさ 目映いものは少ないけれど」 近くを通り過ぎるカップル 「乞食野郎」と吐き捨てる男 「ロマンチストなだけなのよ、きっと」 隣の女が男に言った 「何を言われても気にしないさ 言葉など大抵そんなものさ ゴミほどの価値しかないものばかりさ」 言葉集め屋は夜を彷徨う それでもどこかにあると信じて 「あの空に返すのさ 星のかけらを」 #Slowcore #Cottagecore #Chill #Atmospheric #Melancholic #SunoAI #AICollaboration
