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ๆˆ‘ใฏๆŽขใ—็ถšใ‘ใ‚‹ ๆˆ‘ใจใฏไฝ•่€…ใ‹ ็œŸใฎๅใ‚’็Ÿฅใ‚ŠใŸใใฆ ๅฟƒใŒ้จ’ใใฎใ  ่€ไบบใฏ่จ€ใฃใŸใ€Œๅ…ถใ‚Œใฏๅœจใ‚‹ใ€ใจ ใ•ใ‚Œใฉๆญคใฎไธ–ใฎ่ชฐใฎใ‚‚ใฎใงใ‚‚ใชใ„ใจ ้ฉšใใฎ้ขๆŒใกใง ๆˆ‘ใฏๅ•ใ„ใ‹ใ‘ใ‚‹ ใ€Œไฝ•ๆ•…ใใ‚Œใ‚’่ฆšใˆใฆใŠใ‚‹ใฎใ‹๏ผŸใ€ ่€ไบบใฏไฟฏใ ้™ใ‹ใซ็ญ”ใˆใŸ ใ€ŒใŠๅ‰ใงใฏใชใ„ ใŠๅ‰ใงใ‚ใฃใŸ่€…ใ‚’่ฆšใˆใฆใ„ใ‚‹ใ€ ๆˆ‘ใฏไฝ•่€…ใงใ‚ใฃใŸใ‹ ไฝ•่€…ใซใชใฃใŸใ‹ ๆœชใ ๅฟƒใฏๆ‚Ÿใ‚Œใšใซใ„ใ‚‹ ๆˆ‘ใซใจใฃใฆใใ‚Œใฏ็ง˜ๅฏ† ็ญ”ใˆใ‚‹่€…ใฏ่ชฐใ‚‚ใ„ใชใ„ ใŠๅ‰ใ‚’่ฆšใˆใฆใ„ใ‚‹ ใ•ใ‚Œใฉโ€ฆใŠๅ‰ใฏไฝ•่€…ใ ใฃใŸใ‹๏ผŸ ใŠๅ‰ใฏใ‚‚ใ†ๆใ‚ใ—ใ„ ๅทฑใฎๅใ‚’ๅฟ˜ใ‚Œใฆใ—ใพใฃใŸ ๅคใๅใ‚’ๅฃใซใ—ใ‚ˆใ†ใจใ—ใฆใ‚‚ ไฝ•ใ‹ใŒ่ถณใ‚Šใฌๆฐ—ใŒใ—ใฆใชใ‚‰ใฌ ไธ€ใคใฎๆ„Ÿ่ฆšใ ใ‘ใŒๆนงใไธŠใŒใ‚‹ ็ฉบ้–“ใใฎใ‚‚ใฎใŒๅ…ถใฎ่จ€่‘‰ใ‚’ๆถˆใ—ใฆใ‚†ใใ‚ˆใ†ใ  ใ€Œๅ…ถใ‚Œใ‚’ๆ€ใ„ๅ‡บใใ†ใจใ—ใฆใฏใ„ใ‘ใชใ„ใ€ ๆˆ‘ใฏๆ‚Ÿใ‚‹ ๅฝผๅฅณใŒไฝ•ใ‹ใ‚’ๆใ‚Œใฆใ„ใ‚‹ใจ ๆญคๅ‡ฆใงๆˆ‘ใŒๅฟ˜ใ‚Œใ‚‹ใ“ใจใงใฏใชใ„ใจ ๅ…ถใฎ็œผๅทฎใ—ใง่ชžใ‚Šใ‹ใ‘ใ‚ˆใ†ใจใ—ใฆใ„ใ‚‹ ๆใ‚‰ใๅ…ถใฎ่จ˜ๆ†ถใฏๅฑ้™บใชใฎใ ใ‚ใ† ๆญคใฎๅใฏโ€ฆๅญ˜ๅœจใ›ใฌๅ ่ชฐใŒๆถˆใ—ใŸใ‹ ๆˆ‘ใฏ็Ÿฅใ‚‰ใฌ ใ‚‚ใ—็ง˜ๅฏ†ใฎใ‚ˆใ†ใซ้š ใ•ใ‚ŒใŸใฎใชใ‚‰ ๆˆ‘ใฏๅทฑใ‚’ไฝ•ใจๅ‘ผในใฐใ‚ˆใ„ใฎใ‹๏ผŸ ใƒฌใ‚ค โ€” ๆญคใฎๅใฏๆญคๅ‡ฆใซใ‚ใ‚‹ใจ็Ÿฅใ‚‹ ใ‚ใกใ‚‰ใงใฏๅˆฅใฎๅใงๅ‘ผใฐใ‚Œใฆใ„ใŸ ไฝ•ๆ•… ๅทฑใฎๅใซ ไปŠ ๆๆ€–ใ‚’่ฆšใˆใ‚‹ใฎใ‹๏ผŸ ๐Ÿ‘‡๐Ÿป๐Ÿ‘‡๐ŸปEnglish translation below ๐Ÿ‘‡๐Ÿป ๐Ÿ‘‡๐Ÿป ๐Ÿ‘‡๐Ÿป๐Ÿ‘‡๐Ÿป๐Ÿ‘‡๐Ÿป๐Ÿ‘‡๐Ÿป๐Ÿ‘‡๐Ÿป๐Ÿ‘‡๐Ÿป๐Ÿ‘‡๐Ÿป๐Ÿ‘‡๐Ÿป๐Ÿ‘‡๐Ÿป๐Ÿ‘‡๐Ÿป๐Ÿ‘‡๐Ÿป๐Ÿ‘‡๐Ÿป๐Ÿ‘‡๐Ÿป I keep searching - who am I? I want to know my true name, my heart won't be quiet. The Old Man said: "It exists," But it belongs to no one in this world. With astonishment on my face, I ask: "Why do you remember it?" The Old Man lowered his head and quietly answered: "Not you - the one you used to be, I remember." Who was I, who have I become - My heart still cannot grasp it. For me, it is a secret, And no one will answer. I remember you, Butโ€ฆ who were you? You are already frightening - You have forgotten your name. Even if I try to pronounce the ancient name, I feel that something is missing. Only one sensation rises - As if space itself erases that word. "Don't try to remember it." I understand - she is afraid of something. It is not that I forget here. Her gaze is trying to tell me That this memory is probably dangerous. This nameโ€ฆ a non-existent name. Who erased it - I do not know. If it was hidden like a secret, How am I to call myself? Ray - I know this name is here. There, I was called differently. Why is it that my own name Now fills me with fear?