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もうインクも残り僅かになった。旅の間に書き溜めた詩と、写真をこの箱に入れておこうと思う。
この国は街角一つ撮っても、何処か懐かしい匂いがする。写真の腕はてんで駄目だけれど、神のないものだけでも印刷しておいた。
エルマ、この箱に入れた詩と曲は全て君のものだから、自由にしてくれて良い。きっと僕にはもう必要ない。
最後まで僕はこれだ。何処まで往っても作品のことばかりで、利己的で厭世家を気取る、芸術狂いの醜い化け物。
そうだ、結局僕には音楽しかなかっ
My ink has nearly run dry. I'll go ahead and put the songs I've written while traveling in this box, along with some photos.
In this country, just taking a picture of a single street corner inspires a faint sense of nostalgia, somehow. I'm entirely inept when it comes to photography, but though there can be no god in these pictures, I still printed them out for this.
Elma, the lyrics and compositions in this box all belong to you, so please, do with them as you'd like. They won't be of any use to me anymore.
Up to the very last moment, this is what I am. Nothing but my work, no matter how far I travel; selfish, playing at pessimism, a hideous art-obsessed monster.
It's true. In the end, there was nothing for me but musi-
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1 Gamla stan is the old town area of Stockholm, likely where the photo for the album's cover was taken.