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Raja

Happiness and sorrow will keep coming in life but true love always stays with you.
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どんなジャンルの音楽が好き?どんなジャンルの音楽が好き?
俺の好きが詰まってるんで何かしら聞いてみてくださいな
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KAZ

KAZ

あなたの好きなLUNA SEAの音楽10曲教えてあなたの好きなLUNA SEAの音楽10曲教えて

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ROSIER
TONIGHT
TRUE BLUE
a Vision
PRECIOUS…
BLUE TRANSPARENCY 限りなく透明に近いブルー
END OF SORROW
Limit
宇宙の詩
TIME IS DEAD
LUNASEAの星LUNASEAの星
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臼井優

臼井優

「同病相憐れむ(どうびょうあいあわれむ)」とは
 同じ病気や苦しい境遇にある者同士は、互いのつらさがわかるため、同情し慰め合うという意味の四字熟語・ことわざです。
 読み方は「どうびょうあいあわれむ」で、「同病相憐(どうびょうそうれん)」とも表記され、似た境遇の者たちが互いに共感し、支え合う様子を表します。

意味と使い方
意味: 同じ悩みを抱える者同士が、その気持ちを理解し、親近感を覚えて慰め合うこと。
語源: 『呉越春秋』に由来し、「同じ病の者は互いに憐れみ、同じ憂いの者は互いに救う」という言葉から来ています。

例文: 「幼い頃に親を亡くした私と彼女は、まさに同病相憐れむ仲で、すぐに打ち解けました」といった形で使われます。

類語・関連表現
同類相憐(どうるいそうあわれ): 似た者同士が互いに憐れみ合うこと。

Misery loves company: 英語で「苦しみは仲間を求める」という意味で、似た境遇の者が集まる様子を表す。

Shared sorrow is half a sorrow: 「分かち合った悲しみは半分の悲しみ」という意味で、共感による慰めを表現する。
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欠伸

欠伸

誰かが言った この一週間は特別で
私の人生を左右する大事なもの
それでも僕らの街は
いつもの同じような
一日を七回繰り返すだけだったな。
bird's sorrow/backnumber
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Ася

Ася


Long time no see~
A small life update: I’m now a penetration engineer, and honestly, I’m really happy about it.

Sometimes I catch myself thinking—I wish you could know the fuller version of me.

I wish you had known me at five.
Back then, I was pure sunshine. Loud joy, obvious eagerness to be seen. I greeted every neighbor with a sweet smile, volunteered to recite poems and dance during holidays without being asked.
Now, I need a long mental warm-up just to speak in public.

I wish you had known me at fourteen.
I was sharp-edged, almost feral. I argued with my math teacher over a solution, red-faced and stubborn, because I believed truth mattered more than keeping the peace.
Now, before I disagree, I take several careful turns in my head.

I wish you had known me at eighteen.
The girl who replayed the same song at midnight, filled notebooks with cryptic words, and believed—without needing reasons—in love. Her joy and sorrow were both dramatic, ceremonial.
Not like now, where I quietly organize my emotions and keep them neat.

It’s not that I dislike who I am today.
On the contrary, I really do like myself now.
But every once in a while—just once in a while—I miss those versions of me: the lively one, the sharp one, the melancholic one.

When I meet someone I truly click with, I can’t help thinking:
If only we had met earlier. Then we could have walked alongside each other for much longer.
You would’ve seen that the light in my eyes isn’t just politeness—it also carries something untamed.
You would know that my brightness doesn’t come only from experience, but from an unpolished sincerity.
You would understand how much past passion is hidden inside my gentleness.

And one more thing—I hate goodbyes.
I hate that everyone leaves carrying only a fragment of me.
It makes me feel like a book taken apart: one chapter with you, another with someone else, never whole.
I don’t want to be a book in pieces.

See? I’m greedy.
With new friends, I wish they could know me sooner.
With old friends, I wish they would never leave.

I know, though, that none of those versions of me ever disappeared.
They all live inside who I am now.
The courage of my five-year-old self still lets me meet the world with sincerity.
The sharpness of fourteen gives me boundaries beneath my softness.
The sensitivity of eighteen allows me to feel how complex—and fascinating—humans are.

Like rain from different seasons flowing into the same river:
the liveliness of early spring,
the intensity of midsummer,
the calm of late autumn—
all of it becomes the river in the end.

So I tell myself this:
Maybe new friends can glimpse my past through who I am now.
Maybe old friends can imagine my future through who I am now.
And the friends I’ve lost along the way—
perhaps they’re living happily in parallel timelines, carrying one version of me with them.
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