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  P. xuthus..่ถใฎๅๅ‰

ๆ‚ฒใ—ใ„ๆญŒใฏใ„ใคใ‚‚ไบ‰ใ„ใฎใ‚‚ใจใ ใฃใŸ。ๆญŒใ‚’ๆญŒใ†่€…ใซๅฏพใ—ใฆใฏใฉใ‚“ใชไบ‹ๆƒ…ใ‚‚่žใๅ‡บใ—ใฆใ„ใ„ใ‹ใฎใ‚ˆใ†ใช้ขจๆฝฎใŒใ‚ใ‚Š、ไธๅนธใชไบบใฏใใ‚Œใ‚’็Ÿฅใ‚ŠใŸใŒใฃใŸ。ๅŒๆƒ…ใ™ใ‚‹ใ‚ˆใ†ใซ่ฆ‹ใ›่ณชๅ•ใ‚’ใ™ใ‚‹ใŒ、็›ธๆ‰‹ใซใ™ใ“ใ—ใฎๅฐŠๆ•ฌใ‚‚็„กใ‹ใฃใŸ。ใใ‚ŒใŒ็†็”ฑใงๆญŒใ†ไบบ้–“้”ใฏ่‡ช่™็š„ใซ่ฉฑใใ†ใจใ™ใ‚‹ใ‘ใ‚Œใฉ、ใใฎใ›ใ„ใงๅœฐๆฎปใฏใ‚ฎใ‚ทใ‚ฎใ‚ทใจ้Ÿณใ‚’็ซ‹ใฆใŸ。ใคใ„ใซใฏๆญŒใ†ใฎใ‚’ใ‚„ใ‚ๆ‰‹่ฉฑใ‚’็ฟ’ใ†ใ‚ˆใ†ใซใชใฃใฆใ—ใพใ†。ๅฃฐใฏ้†œใ„ใจๆ€ใ†ใ‹ใ‚‰ใ ใฃใŸใŒใใฎ่€ƒใˆใฏ้–“้•ใฃใฆใ„ใŸ。

ใใ†ใ„ใฃใŸไบบ้–“ใ‚’ๅดใง่ฆ‹็ถšใ‘ใŸๆชธๆชฌใฎๆœจใซ็”Ÿใพใ‚ŒใŸใ•ใชใŽใฏๆ™‚ใ‚’ๅพ…ใฃใฆใ„ใŸ。ไบบ้–“ใซ้–ขใ‚ใ‚‹ใ“ใจใฏๆญปใ‚’ๆ„ๅ‘ณใ—ใŸใŒ้‹ใŒ่‰ฏใ‘ใ‚Œใฐ่‡ชๅˆ†ใŒไฝ•่€…ใ‹ใฏใฃใใ‚Šใจๅๅ‰ใ‚’ใ‚‚ใ‚‰ใˆใ‚‹ใ“ใจใ‚‚ใ‚ใฃใŸ。ใใ‚Œใปใฉๆธ…ใ€…ใ—ใ„ใ“ใจใŒใ‚ใ‚‹ใ ใ‚ใ†ใ‹。

ไบบใฏไป–ไบบใฎไป•ไบ‹ใ‚’ไฝ•ใ‹ใซไพ‹ใˆ่‡ชๅˆ†ใฎ่จ˜ๆ†ถใซๆป‘ใ‚Š่พผใพใ›ใ‚‹ใŒ、่ถใฏใใ†ใชใ‚‰ใชใ„ๆง˜ใซใพใฃใŸใๆ–ฐใ—ใ„ใ‚‚ใฎใ‚’ไฝœใ‚‰ใชใ‘ใ‚Œใฐใชใ‚‰ใชใ„ใจ่ณขๆ˜Žใงใ‚ใฃใŸ。ใใ†่จ€ใฃใŸ่ณขๆ˜Žใชๅ‡บๆฅไบ‹ใฏใ ใ„ใŸใ„่ชฐใ‚‚็Ÿฅใ‚‰ใชใ„ใ‚‚ใฎใชใฎใ ใฃใŸ。


่ถใฏ็พฝ้Ÿณใ‚’็ซ‹ใฆใ‚‰ใ‚Œใ‚‹ๆ—ฅใŒๆฅใŸใจๅŒๆ™‚ใซ、้ƒฝไผšใ‚’ๆจใฆไฟ้คŠๅœฐใซๅ‘ใ‹ใฃใŸ。้ƒฝไผšใฏๅŸƒใฃใฝใใŠใ‚‚ใกใ‚ƒใฐใ‹ใ‚ŠใŒๅ–œใฐใ‚Œใ‚‹ใฎใง、ไธ–ๆจใฆใณใจใฎๅฑ…ๅ ดๆ‰€ใฏๅนดใ€…ๆธ›ใฃใฆใ„ใŸ。ไฟ้คŠๅœฐใฎใƒ™ใƒณใƒใฏๆชธๆชฌใฎ้ฆ™ใ‚ŠใŒใ—ใŸ。

็ ‚็ณ–ใ‚’้ฃŸในใ‚‹ใจ่‚Œ่‰ฒใŒใใ™ใ‚€ใจไบบ้–“ใฏ่จ€ใฃใŸใŒ、่ถใซใฏ้–ขไฟ‚ใชใ、ใ‚ทใƒญใƒƒใƒ—ใ‚’่ˆใ‚ใŸ。ใพใŸๅ…‰ใ‚‚ใ„ใคใ‚‚่ถใ‚’็…งใ‚‰ใ—ใฆใ„ใŸ。

่ฝใกใ‚‹ใ“ใจใŒใชใ„ใฎใฏใ“ใ‚“ใชใซ่‰ฏใ„ใ“ใจใ‹。

ๅฑฑใฎ็ฅžใŒๆญŒใ†ๆญŒใ‚’ใใฎใพใพๆญŒใฃใŸ。


ไปŠๆ—ฅใฏ็‰นๅˆฅใชๆ—ฅ

ๆตทใฎ็Ž‹ใฏ็Ÿณใ‚’ๆ‹พใ‚ใ›ใ‚‹

ไปŠๆ—ฅใฎๆญŒใฏๆ˜จๆ—ฅใฎๅคข

ใพใŸๆ€’ใฃใฆใ„ใ‚‹ใ‚ˆ

็ฉบใฃใฝใฏๆ€–ใ„ใ‚ˆ

ใ‚ใชใŸใฎ้ซชใ‚’ๆ’ซใง่ค’ใ‚ใ‚‹ไบบใŒใ„ใ‚‹ใ‚ˆ

ไผšใ„ใŸใ„ใ‚ˆ


ไปŠๆ—ฅใฏ็‰นๅˆฅใชๆ—ฅ

็Ÿฅใฃใฆใ„ใ‚‹ใ‚ˆ

ใใฎใ‚ขใ‚ฒใƒใฏ่‡ชๅˆ†ใŒใƒŠใƒŸใ‚ขใ‚ฒใƒใ ใจ่จ€ใ†ใ“ใจใ‚’็ŸฅใฃใŸ。

ใงใ‚‚ใใ‚Œใฏใชใ‚“ใจใชใ่‡ชๅˆ†ใฎๅๅ‰ใงใฏใชใ„ๆฐ—ใŒใ—ใŸ。




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

Neptunus 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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