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    1ใ€ๆžฏใ‚Œ่‰ใจใ€€ๆฑšใ‚ŒใŸๅœŸใฎใ€€ไป–ใซไฝ•ใ‚‚ใชใ„็”บใฎใ€€็‰‡้š…ใซ
    ใ€€ๆ˜ฅใฎ็ต‚ใ‚ใ‚Šใซใ€€่Šฝ็”ŸใˆใŸ่•พใ‚’ใ€€่ชฐใŒใ€€ๆฐ—ใฅใ„ใฆใ„ใŸใ ใ‚ใ†
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    ใ€€ใใฎๅฐใ•ใช่ŠฑใŒใ€€่–„็ด…ใฎ่ŠฑใŒใ€€็ง‹ใฎใฏใ˜ใ‚ใซใ€€ๅ’ฒใ„ใŸใจใ
    ใ€€ใ‚ใŸใ—ใฎ็›ฎใซใฏใ€€ใใ‚ŒใŒๅ‘ฝใฎใ€€้™ใ‚Šใชใ„ๅ‹‡ๆฐ—ใซใ€€ๆƒณใˆใŸ

    ใ€€ใ‚ณใ‚นใƒขใ‚นใฏๅฎ‡ๅฎ™ใ€€ใ€€ใฟใ‚“ใชใฎใตใ‚‹ใ•ใจ
    ใ€€ๅนธใ›ใ‚’็”Ÿใ‚“ใ ใ€€ใ€€้™ใ‚Šใชใ„ไธ–็•Œ
    ใ€€ใ‚„ใŒใฆใ€€ๆ‚ฒใ—ใฟใฎใ€€ๆถ™ใ‚’ใฌใใˆใฐ
    ใ€€ๅฅ‡่ทกใฏ่ตทใ“ใ‚‹ใ‚ˆใ€€ใ€€ไฟกใ˜ใ‚‹ใ‚ใชใŸใซ

    ๏ผ’๏ผŒใŸใ—ใ‹ใซ็”บใฏใ€€ใ‚ใฎๆ—ฅใฎๅ‚ทใ‚’ใ€€็™’ใ›ใชใ„ใพใพใ€€ๆ‚ฒใ—ใ‚“ใง
    ใ€€ใใ†ใ‚ˆใ€€ใ‚ใŸใ—ใ‚‚ๅ‚ทใคใ„ใฆใ„ใŸใ€€็ซ‹ใก็›ดใ‚‹ใ™ในใ‚‚ใ€€ใชใ„ใพใพ

    ใ€€ใใ‚“ใชใ‚ใŸใ—ใฎใ€€ๅบญใซ้–‹ใ„ใŸใ€€็ง‹ๆกœใŸใกใฎใ€€็ฌ‘้ก”ใฏ
    ใ€€ๆŒซใ‘ใšใ€€็ฉบใธใ€€ไผธใณ่กŒใๅธŒๆœ›ใ€€่ฒ ใ‘ใชใ„ๅฟƒใ‚’ใ€€ๆ•™ใˆใฆใŸ

    ใ€€ใ‚ณใ‚นใƒขใ‚นใฏใ€€่ชฟๅ’Œใ€€ใ€€ๆ‡ใ‹ใ—ใ€€ใตใ‚‹ใ•ใจ
    ใ€€ไนฑใ‚ŒใŸใ€€ๅคงๅœฐใซใ€€ใ€€ๅ’ฒใ่ช‡ใ‚‹ใ€€ๅธŒๆœ›
    ใ€€ใ‚„ใŒใฆใ€€ใ‚ˆใ‚ใ“ใณใฎใ€€ๆถ™ใ‚’ใฌใใˆใฐ
    ใ€€ๅฅ‡่ทกใฏ่ตทใ“ใ‚‹ใ‚ˆใ€€ใ€€ไฟกใ˜ใ‚‹ใ‚ใชใŸใซใ€€

    โ‚ใƒ•ใ‚ฉใƒˆใฏ2012ๅนด็ง‹ใ€ไปฎ่จญไฝๅฎ…ใ‚ใใฎๅœŸๆ‰‹ใซๅ’ฒใ„ใŸ็ง‹ๆกœใฎ่Šฑใ€‚

    1. In a corner of a town with dead grass and dirty soil

    Who would have noticed the buds that sprouted at the end of spring?
    Twice
    When the small flower bloomed in the beginning of autumn

    In my eyes, it reminded me of the endless courage of life.

    Cosmos is the universe, everyone's hometown
    The endless world that gave birth to happiness

    Eventually, if you wipe the tears of sadness
    A miracle will happen to you who believe

    2, Certainly the town is sad without healing the wounds of that day

    Yeah, I was hurt too, without any way to recover

    The smiles of the autumn cherry blossoms that opened in my garden

    She taught me the hope of growing into the sky without failing

    Cosmos is a harmony nostalgic hometown
    Hope to bloom in the disturbed land

    Eventually, if you wipe the tears of joy
    A miracle will happen to you who belive.

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