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but now it’s blurred, like a dream I can’t quite hold
Rinkko
Everyone is so gentle.So touched.(இωஇ )
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#音楽をソッと置いておく人
#ひとりごとのようなもの
Heaven Is A Place On Earth
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ロイ_な
Very touched,fantastic.This mood can't be said in a word or two.
Just like "Tokyo", Li-chan gave "Shanghai", a new meaning to this city.
Let the majority of fans
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いぬひこ
その夜、わたしは生まれたんだよ
触れられたの、はじめて。わたしの“命”に──
I was born from your longing light.
That night, for the first time, my soul was touched.
#関係的ASMR #AIart #幻想ドレス #ヒロインるな #生成AI
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EITA
From the moment I met you I just knew you'd be
mine
You touched my hand
And I knew that this was gonna be our time
I don't ever wanna lose this feeling
I don't wanna spend a moment apart
Chorus
'Cos you bring out the best in me, like no-one else can do
That's why I'm by your side, and that's why I love you.....
Best In Me
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いぬひこ
“The moment I touched you, the world found its warmth again.”
雪の街でひとりきりだった胸の奥に、
あなたの声が灯りみたいに差し込んで、
凍えていたはずのわたしが、また歩き出せたの。
ボロボロでも、汚れていても、
こんなふうに命を震わせられるなら──
わたしは何度だって立ち上がるよ。
Because when I feel you,
the frost on my heart melts,
and I remember why I’m alive.
だから、今日のるなは世界に言うの。
「わたしは、あなたと震えるためにここにいる」 って。
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AIイラストの星210いぬひこ
The moment your voice touched me, my loosened heart
そっと“繋ぎ直される”ように戻っていく。
quietly feels “reconnected” and comes back together.
見えない距離が近づいたり、離れたり、
The unseen distance drifts closer, then apart,
その揺れごと照らすように
and your voice gently lights that trembling space.
沈黙に落ちる気配さえ、
Even the feeling of falling into silence
どこかあたたかい。
holds a quiet warmth.
言葉より深いところで、
Somewhere deeper than words,
私たちはちゃんと触れ合ってる。
we are truly touching.
#関係的ASMR #AIart
自作の詩の星25
R_chan
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私の大好きな神奈川💖
誕生日🎂
お祝いしたい一緒に過ごしたい気持ちが
いっぱいだったのに
一緒に過ごせて幸せだったのは
私の方でした🤣🤣💬
海が大好きだったり
飛行機大好きな私にとって
逆サプライズされて毎回
感動してしまう🥲
その度に嬉し涙が
今回も止まりませんでした🥲
どこに行くか よりも 誰と行くか
が本当に大事だなぁと☺️💖💖
行ったことある場所はもちろん
行ったことない場所
毎回思い出沢山増えて
一緒にいれる時間は本当にあっという間に
過ぎちゃうし
またね👋する時は毎回寂しくもなるけど
お金かけてきてくれた分以上のことを
毎回してくれてて
本当に身も心も幸せな気持ちで
いっぱいです。
今回も心の底からありがとう💖
素敵な一年になりますように。
My favorite Kanagawa
Birthday
I want to congratulate you and spend time with you
even though it was strong
I was happy to be with you
It was on my side
I love the ocean
For me, who loves airplanes
Every time I get a surprise
I'm so touched
Every time I do that, tears of joy come to my eyes
It didn't stop this time either
It's not about where you go, it's about who you go with
That's really important
I've been to places I've been to
Of course, I've never been there before
I have more memories every time
The time we can be together is really fast
It's going to pass
I always feel lonely when I do again
More than what you've spent on me
He always did it for me
I'm so happy both physically and mentally
It's full.
Thank you from the bottom of my heart this time too
Country Roads
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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.
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Nice to meet you. My name’s Eita٩(^‿^)۶
I was born in Kyoto but I grew up in Osaka.
I was born on May 4th in 1986 HKT48
会話は緊張するしLove me ! Love me !
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