
π§‘ ππππ'π¬ ππ¨π Inspired by the story of Pucciniβs opera Madama Butterfly. Written in the grammar of funerary rites by a narrator wounded by betrayal and abandonment. A cursed requiem for Monsieur. νΈμΉλμ μ€νλΌ λλΉλΆμΈμ μ΄μΌκΈ°μμ μκ°μ λ°μλ€. λ°°μ κ³Ό μ κΈ°λ‘ μμ² μ μ νμκ° μ₯λ‘μ λ¬Έλ²μΌλ‘ μ¨ λ΄λ €κ°, 무μλ₯Ό μν μ μ£Όλ°μ λ ν΄μ . ββββββββ λ, κ·Έλμκ²β L'amour est mort (*μ¬λμ μ£½μλ€) μ΄ν΄ν μ μμ΄ μ©μν μ μμ΄ λ΄ μλ§μ΄ κ·Έλλ₯Ό ν©μΈκΈ°λ₯Ό κΈ΄ μκ° μ§λ κ·Έλλ μμλ€λ©° μλ‘μ΄ μμμβ μΈμ ν μ μμ΄ μΆλ³΅ν μ μμ΄ μμ΄λ²λ¦° λλ¬Όμ²λΌ μ£½μ΄λ²λ¦° μ¬λ κ·Έ μνΉν μ΄κΈ°μ¬μ ν¬μλ λλ₯Όβ λ€ κΈΈ μμ νλ€μ΄κ° λ΄ λ§μμ μ¬κ° λΏλ €μ§κΈ°λ₯Ό λ€ κΈΈ μμ νμ€λ₯΄λ ν₯ λμκ° κ°λ 묻μ΄λκΈ°λ₯Ό κ·Έλ κ² λ΄ μλ§μ΄ κ·Έλμ μμν Puisse le temps quβil te reste se refroidir peu Γ peu, comme sβest refroidi le mien (*λ€ λ¨μ μκ°μ΄ λλ§νΌ μ°¨κ°κ² μμ΄κ°κΈ°λ₯Ό) ββββββββ π ππ§π π₯π’π¬π‘ ππ«ππ§π¬π₯πππ’π¨π§ My dearβ Love is dead. I don't understand. I can't forgive. May my resentment crash over you. Now that so much time has passed, you say you've forgotten me, starting anewβ I won't stand for it. I won't bless it. Love that died, like tears gone cold. Me, sacrificed to your cruel selfishnessβ Upon your path, may the ashes of my charred heart be scattered. Upon your path, may the reek of burning incense sink deep and cling. Thus, my resentmentβ with you, forever. May the time you have left slowly grow cold, as mine has. ββββββββ ππππ | suno.com/@zarq Written & Produced by ZARQ Β© 2026 ZARQ. All rights reserved.

