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Thunder from Island by Asunojokei

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11.Thunder5:57
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้ ้›ทใจๅ›

ใ€Œใ“ใ‚“ใซใกใฏใ€
ใ€Œใ“ใ‚“ใซใกใฏใ€
ใ€Œใฏใ˜ใ‚ใพใ—ใฆใ‹ใชใ€
ใ€Œใฏใ˜ใ‚ใพใ—ใฆใ ใญใ€
ๅธฐใ‚Š้“ใ‚’่ฆ‹ๅคฑใฃใŸๅƒ•ใ‚‰ใ ใ‹ใ‚‰ๆ‰‹ใ‚’ๅผ•ใๅˆใฃใฆใ‚†ใ
ใ‚†ใฃใใ‚Šใจไธๅฏงใซ็กฌใ„็ฉ‚ๅ…ˆใง็Ÿณ็•ณใ‚’้ณดใ‚‰ใ—ใฆ

ใ‚ใ‚‹ๆ—ฅใ“ใฎ่บซใซใฏ้ŽใŽใŸ็œฉใ—ใ•ใŒใชใ ใ‚Œ่ฝใก
ไบ”ใคใซๅˆ‡ใ‚Šๅˆ†ใ‘ใ‚‰ใ‚ŒใŸใ‚ฎใƒ•ใƒˆใฎไธ€ใคใ‚’ๅ–ใ‚Š้™คใ„ใŸ
่ชฐใ‚‚ใŒ่บซใ‚’ๅฑˆใ‚
่ตคๅญใฎใ‚ˆใ†ใซใชใฃใฆใ„ใ‚‹
ใ‚„ใฃใจๆŽดใ‚“ใ ๆ‰‹ใฏ่‡ชๅˆ†ใฎใใ‚ŒใจๅŒใ˜ใใ‚‰ใ„
ใŠใจใชใฎไบบใ˜ใ‚ƒใชใใฆใ‚ˆใ‹ใฃใŸ
ไผผใŸใ‚‚ใฎๅŒๅฃซใงๆญฉใ„ใฆใ‚†ใ“ใ†

ใ‚ฐใƒฉใ‚นใฎใตใกใซๆŒ‡ใ‚’้€™ใ‚ใ›ใฆๆณจใใจใ
้›ถใ‚ŒใŸๆฐดใฎๅ†ทใŸใ•ใซใ†ใ‚ใŸใˆใ‚‹ใจใ€ŒใธใŸใใใ€ใจๅ›ใฏ็ฌ‘ใฃใŸ
็ด ็›ดใงใ„ใ‚‰ใ‚Œใ‚‹ใฎใฏ
่‡ช็”ฑใŒๅ–ใ‚Š้™คใ‹ใ‚Œ
ไธ€ๅ‘ผๅธ็ฝฎใ„ใฆ่ฉฑใ›ใ‚‹ใ‹ใ‚‰๏ผŸ
ใใ‚Œใจใ‚‚ใŸใ ไธ–็•ŒใŒๅฃŠใ‚ŒใŸใ‹ใ‚‰๏ผŸ

่€ณใง่งฆใ‚Œ
้ผปใงๅ‘ณใ‚ใ„
่ˆŒใง่ดใ
ใใ—ใฆ่‚Œใงใ“ใฎ็”บใฎๆทท่ฟทใ‚’

ใ„ใคใ‹่ถณๅ…ƒใ‹ใ‚‰ๆตฎใไธŠใŒใฃใŸ่ฆ–็‚นใŒๆ•™ใˆใฆใใ‚Œใ‚‹
็งปใ‚ใ„ใฎๅ›ใฎใใฎๆŽŒใฎไฝ“ๆธฉใฎ

ใ‚„ใŒใฆใ“ใฎ้–ขไฟ‚ใฏ็ต‚ใ‚ใ‚‹ใจๆ€ใ†
ๆ—ฅๅธธใฏๆ…ฃใ‚Œใจใ„ใ†ๅฝขใงใ‚„ใฃใฆใใ‚‹
ๆƒณๅƒใ—ใŸใ‚‰ๅฐ‘ใ—้ก”ใŒ่ตคใ‚‰ใ‚€
้ก˜ใ‚ใใฐๅ›ใ‚ˆ
ใใฎๆ™‚ใฏ้ ้›ทใซ
ๅŽปใ‚Šใ‚†ใใ“ใจใงๅงฟใ‚’่ฆ‹ใ›ใ‚‹ใใฎ็œฉใ—ใ•ใซ
็›ฎใ‚’ๅฅชใ‚ใ‚ŒใŸใพใพๅˆฅใ‚Œใ‚ˆใ†
้ขใจๅ‘ใๅˆใ„่‡ชๅทฑ็ดนไป‹ใ™ใ‚‹ใ“ใจใ‚‚ใชใ
ใงใ‚‚ใฉใกใ‚‰ใ‹ใŒๆœ›ใ‚“ใ ใจใ—ใŸใ‚‰




Thunder

"Hello."
"Hello."
"Have we ever met before?"
"Probably not."
We both lost our way home,
so we pull each other's hands together.
Slowly and carefully, we clink the stick on the cobblestone.

One day an intense brightness fell from the sky,
and it removed one of our five gifts.
Everyone fell down and became like a baby.
The hand I finally grasped was similar to mine.
Lucky me, it wasnโ€™t an adult's hand.
Why donโ€™t we kindred spirits walk together?

I poured water with my finger crawling along the edge of the glass.
"You are terrible at this."
You laughed at me when I winced at the coldness of the spilled water.
Iโ€™ve found that I can be honest with you.
Is it because the freedom is gone and we can talk without prejudice?
Or is it just because the world is broken?

Touch with your ears.
Taste with your nose.
Listen with your tongue.
And with your skin, you can see the confusion of this town.

Someday, the scenery that floats up from my feet will tell me the warmth of your palm.

I think this relationship will eventually end.
Everyday life starts at the time we get used to this world.
I blushed a little when I imagined it.
Dear you,
Letโ€™s part our ways when the time comes, with our eyes still blinded by the thunder.
The brightness that shows itself by leaving this place.
We would probably not face each other and introduce ourselves.
But what if either of us wish to?

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from Island, released August 17, 2022
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