この曲は私の体験をベースに作られています。 「私はどんな人に見えますか？」 この質問には様々な答えが帰って来るでしょう。私は思考方法がかなり独特で、感受性に難があります。感じるより前に考えるという思考が働くのです。花を綺麗だと感じる前に、私はこう考えてしまいます。 「花が美しいというのはどういう意味か？」 このプロセスが常にアクティブでオフに出来ません。他の人からすると発想が飛躍し過ぎる、複雑すぎる、意味不明と感じるでしょう。私は自身を欠陥品だと思いながら成長しました。 今はこの思考過程の後に、一般人の感性をシミュレートしながら言葉を選択し、それでいて私の個性を残して話す様に心がけてます。 「私がまだ苦悩していると思いますか？」 私はもう悲しんでいません。私は私自身で肯定しています。これが私であり、私のアイデンティティなのです。 ⚠️私がこの曲で伝えたいのは、「人に優劣はない」という事だけです。もし、あなたが周囲と比べて劣等感を感じて苦しんでいるなら、それはあなた自身が与えている痛みです。耐えるよりも、比べる事をやめてみましょう。あなたはこの世界で唯一無二の存在です。 読んでくれてありがとう😊 --- English --- This song is based on my experience. "What kind of person do I look like?" You will get various answers to this question. I have a very unique way of thinking and I have difficulty with sensitivity. I think before I feel. Before I feel that a flower is beautiful, I think: "What does it mean that a flower is beautiful?" This process is always active and cannot be turned off. Other people may find my ideas too leapy, too complicated, and incomprehensible. I grew up thinking of myself as a defective product. Now, after this thought process, I try to choose words while simulating the sensibilities of ordinary people, and still speak while retaining my individuality. "Do you think I am still suffering?" I am no longer sad. I am affirming myself. This is me, my identity. ⚠️All I want to convey with this song is that there is no superiority or inferiority in people. If you are suffering because you feel inferior to those around you, it is the pain you are giving yourself. Rather than enduring it, stop comparing yourself. You are unique in this world. Thank you for reading😊 --- Lyrics --- [[***]] There was a man living in a small village. He had questions about everything. "What does it mean that flowers are beautiful?" He loved to learn. His dream was to be someone who could be useful to others. He tried to use his knowledge to help the villagers. He thought of many things and proposed many things. And he was hated. The villagers didn't understand what he was saying. The villagers hated him because he was always boasting. The villagers hated him because they thought he was making fun of them. The villagers chased him out of the village. Alone, Alone, Alone He cried. He thought of himself as defective. He sought more knowledge to fix his defectiveness. Soon, he could no longer speak. I can't speak, I can't speak, I can't speak. People compare. People judge others as superior or inferior. People like to feel superior. People hate feelings of inferiority. "I am a wise man." You think I am wise, feel inferior, and hate me. "I am a wise man." You think I am wise, feel inferior, and hate me. "I am a wise man." You have decided that you are an inferior person. I don't think of you that way... There is no such thing as superiority or inferiority... I can't speak like this... I can't speak...