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P. xuthus..่ถใฎๅๅ
ๆฒใใๆญใฏใใคใไบใใฎใใจใ ใฃใ。ๆญใๆญใ่ ใซๅฏพใใฆใฏใฉใใชไบๆ ใ่ใๅบใใฆใใใใฎใใใช้ขจๆฝฎใใใ、ไธๅนธใชไบบใฏใใใ็ฅใใใใฃใ。ๅๆ ใใใใใซ่ฆใ่ณชๅใใใใ、็ธๆใซใใใใฎๅฐๆฌใ็กใใฃใ。ใใใ็็ฑใงๆญใไบบ้้ใฏ่ช่็ใซ่ฉฑใใใจใใใใใฉ、ใใฎใใใงๅฐๆฎปใฏใฎใทใฎใทใจ้ณใ็ซใฆใ。ใคใใซใฏๆญใใฎใใใๆ่ฉฑใ็ฟใใใใซใชใฃใฆใใพใ。ๅฃฐใฏ้ใใจๆใใใใ ใฃใใใใฎ่ใใฏ้้ใฃใฆใใ。
ใใใใฃใไบบ้ใๅดใง่ฆ็ถใใๆชธๆชฌใฎๆจใซ็ใพใใใใชใใฏๆใๅพ ใฃใฆใใ。ไบบ้ใซ้ขใใใใจใฏๆญปใๆๅณใใใ้ใ่ฏใใใฐ่ชๅใไฝ่ ใใฏใฃใใใจๅๅใใใใใใใจใใใฃใ。ใใใปใฉๆธ ใ ใใใใจใใใใ ใใใ。
ไบบใฏไปไบบใฎไปไบใไฝใใซไพใ่ชๅใฎ่จๆถใซๆปใ่พผใพใใใ、่ถใฏใใใชใใชใๆงใซใพใฃใใๆฐใใใใฎใไฝใใชใใใฐใชใใชใใจ่ณขๆใงใใฃใ。ใใ่จใฃใ่ณขๆใชๅบๆฅไบใฏใ ใใใ่ชฐใ็ฅใใชใใใฎใชใฎใ ใฃใ。
่ถใฏ็พฝ้ณใ็ซใฆใใใๆฅใๆฅใใจๅๆใซ、้ฝไผใๆจใฆไฟ้คๅฐใซๅใใฃใ。้ฝไผใฏๅใฃใฝใใใใกใใฐใใใๅใฐใใใฎใง、ไธๆจใฆใณใจใฎๅฑ ๅ ดๆใฏๅนดใ ๆธใฃใฆใใ。ไฟ้คๅฐใฎใใณใใฏๆชธๆชฌใฎ้ฆใใใใ。
็ ็ณใ้ฃในใใจ่่ฒใใใใใจไบบ้ใฏ่จใฃใใ、่ถใซใฏ้ขไฟใชใ、ใทใญใใใ่ใใ。ใพใๅ ใใใคใ่ถใ็ งใใใฆใใ。
่ฝใกใใใจใใชใใฎใฏใใใชใซ่ฏใใใจใ。
ๅฑฑใฎ็ฅใๆญใๆญใใใฎใพใพๆญใฃใ。
ไปๆฅใฏ็นๅฅใชๆฅ
ๆตทใฎ็ใฏ็ณใๆพใใใ
ไปๆฅใฎๆญใฏๆจๆฅใฎๅคข
ใพใๆใฃใฆใใใ
็ฉบใฃใฝใฏๆใใ
ใใชใใฎ้ซชใๆซใง่คใใไบบใใใใ
ไผใใใใ
ไปๆฅใฏ็นๅฅใชๆฅ
็ฅใฃใฆใใใ
ใใฎใขใฒใใฏ่ชๅใใใใขใฒใใ ใจ่จใใใจใ็ฅใฃใ。
ใงใใใใฏใชใใจใชใ่ชๅใฎๅๅใงใฏใชใๆฐใใใ。
Sad songs were always a source of a kind of fray. There was a tendency to think that anyone who sang a song could find out anything about it, and the unhappy people wanted to know about it. They would ask questions, appearing sympathetic, but without the slightest respect for the other person. That's why people who sang tried to talk self-deprecatingly, but it made the crust of the earth creak. Eventually, they stopped singing and started learning sign language. They seemed their voice is ugly but they were wrong about that.
The chrysalis, born in the lemon tree, had been waiting for the right moment to see these people. To be involved with humans meant death, but if you were lucky, you could get a clear name for who you were. What could be more refreshing than that?
People would compare other people's work to something and slip it into their memories, but the butterfly was wise enough to know that she had to create something completely new to prevent that from happening. Butterflies are wise enough to create something completely new to avoid that. Such wise events are usually unknown to everyone.
As soon as the day came for the butterfly to ruffle her wings, she left the city behind and headed for a retreat. The city was dusty and only toys were appreciated, so the place for the recluse was dwindling year by year. The benches at the recreation area smelled of lemons.
People said that eating sugar dulled the skin tone, but it didn't matter to the butterflies, they licked the syrup. The light also always illuminated the butterfly.
It was such a good thing that they never fell.
She sang the same song that the mountain gods sang.
Today is a special day
Neptune will make you pick up a stone
There just a stone,
Today's song is yesterday's dream
He is mad at me again before he knew it his emotion frosty
Vacant hours scary
There's someone to stroke your hair and praise you
Come to mountain
Today is a special day
I know
You Papilio xuthus
The swallow tail finally knew it that she is called Papilio xuthus though
She did’t get it that is not her name somehow.
Thank you so much for looking through this.
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