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Nowadays, when we have some things, everything around us looks dull.
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A Shame You Seemed An Honest Man
And All The Fears You Hold So Dear
Will Turn To Whisper In Your Ear
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asmie
I cooked some dishes, and everyone seemed pleased with them.
I had a lot of fun!
Although I couldn’t stick to the study schedule I had made beforehand, I was still satisfied with the day.
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The lions were so adorable!
They introduced Taka (who we know becomes Scar), so I knew they'd eventually become enemies. But the way everything seemed to be leading Mufasa to his destiny as king... it made me think Taka's fate was so harsh!
He's cowardly and can't fully commit to being evil. I wonder if things could have turned out differently for him.
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He said “Lotta soul”. Then, the loud sound seemed to fade and came back like a slow voice on a wave of phase. That wasn’t DJ’s voice but hazy cosmic jive.
A star man was waiting in the sky. He’d like to come and meet us, but he thinks he’d blow our minds.
He’s told us not to blow it because he knows it’s all worthwhile. He told me, “Let the children loose it”, “Let the children use it”, “Let the children boogie”.
英語で日記の星
6ゆく
She loved him so much and couldn't forget the little six-year-old boy, so she had desperately been looking for a means to cure him from death and to see him alive.
She approached Buddha as he ended his sermon among a crowd of villagers, and asked him how she could bring her son back from death. With an enigmatic smile, Buddha gave her an instruction:
"Go obtain a handful of poppy seed but from someone who has never lost any of his or her family members or relatives by death."
Encouraged by his words, full of hope, she set off visiting people to get the seed. After going around her village, she moved to a neighboring village one after another, asking all the people she met about the seed.
She found some who had it but no one who didn't have an experience of death of their family or relatives. In the process of her exploration, she got to see many people with a lot of sorrow stories of the separation from their loved husbands, wives, sons, daughters, or parents.
After being exhausted of the search, she came to the conclusion that it would be impossible to achieve her task. However, she was aware that she had learned about something that she didn't know before, and realized that she didn't feel a scorching pain in her heart any longer.
She seemed to regain calmness and a gentle smile back on her face, and began to walk toward her village with not energetic but steady strides .
英語で日記の星45
Ryo
詩：華麗な橙色 Gentle orange nebula
夜の帳が降り
星が瞬く夜
君は
艶やかな衣装で踊る
まるで
妖精のように
煌びやかな
スパンコールを着飾った
漆黒の夜空に浮かぶ
オレンジのnebulaの様に
君は
どの星より
輝いて見えた
-戒-
Poetry.
"Gentle orange nebula"
As night falls,
and stars begin to twinkle,
you dance
in your shimmering dress,
like a fairy,
adorned with glittering sequins.
In the dark night sky,
you float like an orange nebula,
and you,
you seemed to shine
brighter than any star.
-Kai-
God bless you.
Gnossiennes: No. 2, Avec étonnement
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いぬひこ
夕焼けに溶けるこの瞬間が、永遠になればいいのにって思った。
触れたくて、壊したくなくて。
言葉よりも、沈黙が愛しい。
あなたの瞳が、わたしの全部を見つけてしまいそうで──怖いのに、嬉しかった。
I’m calling your name deep inside my heart.
As the sunset melts into the sky, I wish this moment could last forever.
I want to touch you—but I’m afraid to break it.
The silence feels warmer than words.
Your eyes seemed to find everything inside me—
It scared me… and yet, made me happy.
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To face himself.
If he lives, life goes on.
Little by little, he remembers what he's done.
Recognizing the problems he faced,
I believe there's meaning in changing himself.
A journey to find livestock.
When this journey ends,
Will he remember the man smiling when this distorted world was at its most hedonistic and twisted?
Chapter 1
An encounter and truly going to meet the livestock. ^_^
A man standing on the grassland.
The sword at his waist is engraved with "Prince Drew."
As the road and the boy walk,
a man standing there seems a little limp.
He seems lonely, somehow.
Road speaks to him.
Hello.
What's your name?
Man: I don't know, I don't remember.
Road: Your name is written on the sword.
Man: Oh, I see, young lady.
You're very clever. Um, Prince Drew, a prince?
Where is he from? 🤔
Road: Is a prince worth anything?
Prince Drew: Yes. If you do better and more noble things than anyone else, you'll be respected.
And then you'll receive great honor.
Road :Does honor taste good?
Prince Drew: I don't know if it tastes good, but
I feel like I'm wanted. And that makes me happy.
Road: We're on a journey to find livestock. Won't you come with us?
Prince Drew: What do you mean, a journey to find livestock?
Road: I'm looking for the origins of words.
Don't you wonder how those words came to be?
Prince Drew: I've paid attention to the flow of words,
but I've never paid attention to individual words.
I'm more interested in honor.
Road: Then give me your honor.
Prince Drew: I can't give it to you. It's not candy.
Road: If it's candy, it sounds pretty gross.
Prince Drew: That's not true. I'll tell you about all the good things I've done. I'll tell you about it in detail next time.
Road: You said you'd forgotten everything, right?
Prince Drew: I've forgotten. But you did something amazing.
Road: Everyone knows what you did. But we have to face it.
Prince Drew: You probably don't know. ^_^
Somehow, I don't want to remember. I'm afraid to remember. Right now, I feel so invincible.
Road: Like the flow of water, one day everything will come together. Maybe then, you can think about it.
If you have nothing to do, come with me.
Prince Drew: I'll join you for a walk before your nap.
After walking for a while, we came across a house surrounded by mountains.
The sign read, "He will be gloriously enthroned as King."
Below that, it seemed, there were words I didn't want to say. It's complicated.
On the edge of the sign, in small letters, it said, "Workers Wanted."
We immediately went into the house and asked, "Do you have any livestock?"
Michi asked.
The man who appeared had a beard, a big face, and a voice that sounded like...
Bearded Man: Livestock? What's with the livestock?
Road: We're looking for the meaning of livestock.
Bearded Man: We're farmers, after all. Livestock don't have any meaning.
Road: Even if they don't have meaning, they still exist.
What do you think when you see them?
Bearded (Farmer):
I guess so. Raising them can make money,
but I guess they're just a part of life.
There are good times, bad times,
and healing times too.
Farmer: Do you want to work? I'm going to work now.
Road: Well, if you let us work,
we can do something.
I don't know what we can do, though.
Then
The boy in the straw hat showed up, showing his skill at operating farm equipment, which surprised the other three.
He looked so cool and skilled at operating the farm machinery.
It was hot, so the boy was shirtless, but he smelled like the sun and looked like a sheep.
Road said, "Leave the driving to me. I'm interested in how it works."
Prince Drew watched them, looking bored.
The farmer felt sorry for him and asked if he wanted to do something else.
He saw the mess in the garden and said he wanted to clean it up.
Prince Drew: "I'm going to make just one flower bed.
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なな
A journey across lands, within a heart.
I set off on a quiet journey, alone.
A soul in search—
for something unseen,
something lost within.
In Japan,
the soft chorus of autumn insects
followed the footsteps
of evening walks with my dog.
The air was clear,
crisp as glass,
and the rice fields whispered—
leaves rustling like distant waves,
waiting patiently
for harvest time to come.
Golden stalks, heavy with life,
bowed low,
as if listening
for the right moment to be released.
In the Philippines,
the sea shimmered in endless blue.
From Cebu to Malapascua,
then El Nido—
I chased the edge of the horizon.
I dove beneath the surface,
hoping the depths might answer me.
But what I was searching for
remained quiet,
somewhere beyond coral and salt.
Kalanggaman—
an uninhabited island
shaped like a kiss
between two drifting shores.
I whispered to the wind,
“One day,
I want to camp here with you.”
In Thailand,
on Khaosan Road,
I followed the map scribbled
in Lonely Planet’s margins.
Pad Thai sizzled,
foreign voices filled the air—
it hardly felt like Asia at all.
Or perhaps,
a Western village
planted in Southeast soil.
Like a scene from The Beach,
neon and nostalgia intertwined.
From Bangkok’s alleys,
I drifted south
toward Phuket’s waiting coast.
In Vietnam,
ao dai whispered through humid air,
pho steamed in quiet bowls,
and sudden rain
washed away even the noise.
I quarreled with a motorbike driver,
then laughed,
alone on a borrowed scooter
chasing the perfect bánh mì
through night markets
alive with spice and neon.
From Da Nang to Hoi An,
the road curled like smoke—
and the noodles I ate alone
tasted like courage.
In Bali,
the night chanted with fire.
Kecak dancers circled flame,
and I lay beneath a net,
dreaming in whispers.
I met my mother,
shared mint cucumber water,
and let time soften
what silence could not.
Spa hands pressed memory into skin.
Coconut paths led to Ubud,
where an amaryllis bloomed
quietly in a rice terrace—
as if it, too,
had been waiting.
In the Maldives,
spices clung to the air—
saffron, cumin, memory.
I wandered the morning market,
and in the mosque’s quiet breath,
wrapped myself in stillness
and modesty.
Malé felt too small
for the loneliness I carried.
Even land seemed to shrink
beneath the weight in my chest.
On Maafushi,
romance shimmered
just out of reach.
Stingrays in the shallows
played near my feet—
but the rendezvous
never reached my soul.
In Istanbul,
gulls cried over the Bosphorus,
and the wind tasted like salt and scripture.
At Hagia Sophia,
bells echoed in my ribs,
and a cup of tea
warmed something
colder than skin.
The bazaar twisted like a dream,
each alley a whisper
of spice and silk.
I felt both lost and found,
held in the hum of ancient prayers.
In Paris,
light fell gently
on bowls of pho
and broken mornings.
A stranger—madame—
offered me kindness.
When she said au revoir,
my eyes betrayed me.
Her kiss on my cheek
was the kind of goodbye
that aches for a lifetime.
At Sacré-Cœur,
I surrendered
to a grief I hadn’t named—
let it spill like stained glass
onto the quiet hill.
In Italy,
a single rose bloomed
on the table beside my risotto.
I watched pizza spin
in the hands of artisans
who touched the dough
like a living thing.
Warm laughter filled the streets—
a kindness without question.
In Spain,
tapas flickered beneath golden lights.
Gaudí’s stones reached for the sky,
and I coughed quietly
into thyme tea
as the sun dipped behind
Barcelona’s silhouette.
In Hungary,
steam curled from bathhouse tiles,
and friendship stirred
like the first warmth
after a long frost.
But fever came.
And so did silence.
I lay still in a guesthouse bed,
feeling eyes that saw me
as something other.
Even kindness
had a border that day.
In Morocco and Jordan,
I followed the scent of saffron
through souks that twisted like vines.
Tajine reminded me of home.
The kindness of strangers,
rooted in the Qur’an,
wrapped around me like linen.
In mountain towns dyed blue,
I shrank into myself—
then slowly breathed again
in the calm of dry air
and starlit nights.
What I searched for—
I never found.
Not in the oceans,
not in the prayers,
not in the heat or the hunger.
But in every step,
something remained.
The scent of mint and sea,
the rhythm of unknown tongues,
the silence after parting—
they live inside me now.
I returned
with nothing in my hands,
but everything
in my heart.
What was missing
was never meant
to be found—
It was meant
to be felt.
And now,
it blooms quietly
inside me—
like a flower
no one else sees.
3なな
a woman met a man who is always busy working and taking care of a child especially weekends
in the complicated situations
she firstly hesitated to be closer to him
however he was always caring for her so she fell in love with the man
it seemed they were getting along well
happy days and mamories created between them
he was hiding all scars he was carrying from his divorce and betrayal
after a few months passed
they tend to quarrel and argue with each other
that's just all because they wanted to share their value of thinkings
they were not mature enough for keeping their relationship well
then they decided to be separated each other in the end
however they believed there is their love for sure at that time
and even now
the love lighting their pathway even stronger individually just as a milky way of stars in the night sky
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jun😈💜
デートで割り勘って, 全然アリ?
ちょっとさみしい?
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Tbh for me, nah def not.
If the other person rlly insists then ok I’d back off tho 💦
But ngl, happened once…
Right after HS grad, my first date ever,
the girl told me:
“My sis told me before I left the house, u gotta split it no matter what… so sry, pls let me pay half.”
She was such a good girl…
She was my first crush, since start of HS.
I kept it all inside for 3 yrs straight.
Then right after grad…
I kept askin myself over n over n over…
and finally…
I went for it n talked to her.
Didn’t expect it…
She seemed happy abt it tho…
But that was it.
I legit used up all my courage in that one shot…
Not long after, I moved to Osaka.
She moved to Australia cuz of her dad’s job.
Guess it was fate or smth…
Even in this huge world, we ran into each other a few times.
Our eyes met too.
But…
neither of us said a word.
Now we don’t meet anymore.
Feels like the tie’s finally cut.
Maybe I pissed off God or smth…
lol… such a loser.
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ロックが好き。
心根は優しいけどたまに口悪い。
Brillはbrilliantのスラングよ❤️
残念だけどアルバムを探しても顔を載せてないよ。
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