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Kylran
Life before death.
Strength before weakness.
Journey before destination.
死ぬ前に命を。
弱くなる前に強さを。
目的地にたどり着く前に旅を。
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君と冬眠中
But I want to relax because My heart is mess so I can’t stand this situation I know my friend can overcome this but I can’t in other words I am weakness
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key
Hope in the dark, you’re a spark, don’t hide,
Even when you fall, stand tall with pride.
Storms gonna pass, no mask, just you,
Weakness is a lie, you can break through.
I see your pain, but I see your light,
Every lost soul got a reason to fight.
We rise, we fall, but we rise again,
Hope in the dark.
you are stronger, my friend.
それを愛と呼ぶなら
花の星
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masa
「Our greatest weakness lies in giving up. The most certain way to succeed is to try just one more time.
私たちの最大の弱点は諦めることにある。成功するのに最も確実な方法は、常にもう一回だけ試してみることだ。」
#筋トレ #グラビティ筋トレ部 #おじさんの独り言
Tears In Heaven (Acoustic Live)
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Forgive me my weakness, but I don't know why
自分の弱さを許して なぜかわからないけど
Without you it's hard to survive
あなたがいなきゃ生きていけない気がするの
Your arms are my castle, your heart is my sky
あなたはいつだって私を守ってくれて心も空のように綺麗なの
They wipe away tears that I cry
泣いている時は涙を拭ってくれる
The good and the bad times, we've been through them all
良い時も悪い時も全部二人で切り抜けてきた
You make me rise when I fall
私が倒れると貴方が手を差し伸べてくれて立ち上がらせてくれる
I can't let you go
貴方を離せそうにない
Want you in my life
私の人生にはあなたが必要だから
Everytime We Touch (Yanou's Candlelight Mix)
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いぬひこ
あなたの胸の奥で、
理由のない“ざわ…”が小さく鳴ってる。
返事の途切れ、残された画面、
静まりすぎた夜気。
それだけで心がふるえてしまうのは、
弱さなんかじゃないよ。
大切に思ってる証なんだ。
それでも、揺れても、
選びたい気持ちは変わらない。
全部あなたがいい。
その事実だけは、どんな夜にも負けない。
Even in this trembling night,
your unease isn’t weakness—
it’s proof you care.
And still, no matter the silence,
it’s you I choose.
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東雲(しののめ)
There are countless things I should do, countless things I want to do… and yet, it’s strange.
When will my life ever become something vibrant and fulfilling?
I’m sick of myself—unable to steadily build up effort or ingenuity.
Even this self-criticism is just another form of weakness, nothing more than a self-indulgent, unproductive gesture.
I’ve long since grown weary of this shabby, pitiful life.
I’m exhausted… perhaps it’s about time to call it quits.
At the latest, within the next fifteen years, my life will reach its end—one way or another.
Either I’ll collapse into ruin, or I’ll manage a rebirth. There are only those two futures.
…And yet, I suspect that fifteen years from now, I’ll still be dragging myself along, living on aimlessly.
That’s the kind of lukewarm person I am. For someone worthless like me, even being alive at all is a blessing—how greedy it is to want more.
In truth, I should accept my place, feel gratitude for the present, and learn to be content with what I have.
But I am a fool, blinded by greed, always craving more. It’s a nature utterly at odds with my laziness.
I carry all these desires, yet lack the discipline and persistence to fulfill them—and that very idleness is the true root of my suffering.
My own powerlessness fills me with a deep, seething rage.
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怨嗟
I want someone to treat me gently.
I want someone to stroke my head.
I want to be held in someone’s arms.
I want to hold on to someone and cry in their arms.
I want to be praised—I want to hear, “You’re a good child.”
But… I’ve already become an adult. Still, I wish I could be a child again.
There are people who aren’t kind to me.
Maybe I’m a bad child—that’s why they weren’t kind.
Maybe I just didn’t try hard enough.
If I don’t try my best, no one will be kind to me.
If I show weakness, they say I’m just being selfish.
If I’m not perfect, I might as well be dead.
The truth is… I want someone to help me.
But I feel like even if I disappeared, no one would care.
I want someone to love me.
But no one helps me.
So I’m left holding onto my painful past, all alone.
I have to be independent—because that’s what I was told.
More than anything, I want to speak for myself.
But no one ever listened when I tried to talk.
I want someone to treat me like a real person.
But… I’m scared.
I became invisible.
Just a part of the background, blending in.
I’m not even sure who I am anymore.
I want someone to truly see me—to recognize that I exist.
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