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้ฃŸๆ–™ๅ“ๅบ—ใธใฎ้ ๅ›žใ‚Š

Ep. 27
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ใ‚’ๅ„ชๅ…ˆใ™ใ‚Œใฐ็œใ‘ใ‚‹7ๅˆ†้–“ใ€‚ใใ‚Œใงใ‚‚้ธใณ็ถšใ‘ใฆใ„ใ‚‹ใฎใฏใ€ใใฎๆ™‚้–“ใฎไธญใซใ—ใ‹ใชใ„ไฝ•ใ‹ใŒใ‚ใ‚‹ใ‹ใ‚‰ใงใ™ใ€‚

้ขจใ‚’ๆ„Ÿใ˜ใชใŒใ‚‰ๆผ•ใใƒšใƒ€ใƒซใ€ๅŠๅˆ†ใ‚‚่žใ“ใˆใชใ„ไป–ๆ„›ใฎใชใ„ไผš่ฉฑใ€ๆฐ—ใฅใ‹ใชใ„ใ†ใกใซๅฃใ‚’ใคใ„ใฆๅ‡บใ‚‹้ผปๆญŒโ€”โ€”ใใ‚Œใฏใ€่‡ชๅˆ†ใŒๆœฌๅฝ“ใซใƒชใƒฉใƒƒใ‚ฏใ‚นใงใใฆใ„ใ‚‹่จผๆ‹ ใงใ™ใ€‚


็‰ฉไพกใŒไธŠใŒใ‚Šใ€่ฒทใ„็‰ฉใฎไผš่จˆใฏไปฅๅ‰ใ‚ˆใ‚Š2,000ๅ††ใปใฉ้ซ˜ใใชใ‚Šใพใ—ใŸใ€‚ใงใ‚‚ใ€ไผš่ฉฑใ‚‚ใ€ไธฆใ‚“ใงใƒšใƒ€ใƒซใ‚’ๆผ•ใๆ™‚้–“ใ‚‚ใ€ๅ€คไธŠใŒใ‚Šใ™ใ‚‹ใ“ใจใฏใ‚ใ‚Šใพใ›ใ‚“ใ€‚

ใ‚€ใ—ใ‚ไปŠใ ใ‹ใ‚‰ใ“ใใ€ใใฎ้ƒจๅˆ†ใ‚’ๆ„่ญ˜ใ—ใฆๅคงๅˆ‡ใซๅฎˆใ‚‹ใ“ใจใซใ€ไปฅๅ‰ใ‚ˆใ‚Šๅคงใใชๆ„ๅ‘ณใŒใ‚ใ‚‹ใ‚ˆใ†ใซๆ„Ÿใ˜ใฆใ„ใพใ™ใ€‚


ใ“ใฎๆ›ฒใฏใ€ใใ‚“ใชใ‚ใ‚Šใตใ‚ŒใŸๅœŸๆ›œๆ—ฅใฎ้ขจๆ™ฏใจใ€ใƒฌใ‚ทใƒผใƒˆใซใฏ่ผ‰ใ‚‰ใชใ„ใ€ŒๆŠ•่ณ‡ใ€ใซใคใ„ใฆๆญŒใฃใฆใ„ใพใ™ใ€‚

ใ‚ใชใŸใฎ็”Ÿๆดปใฎไธญใซใ‚‚ใ€ใŸใจใˆไธ€็•ชๅŠน็އ็š„ใชๆ–นๆณ•ใงใชใใฆใ‚‚ใ€ใใ‚Œใงใ‚‚ๅฎˆใ‚Š็ถšใ‘ใŸใ„ใ€Œๆ—ฅๅธธใฎๅ„€ๅผใ€ใฏใ‚ใ‚Šใพใ™ใ‹๏ผŸ


ๆญŒ่ฉž

[Intro]

ใ‚ฟใ‚คใƒคใŒ้ณดใ‚‹ใ€ๆœใฎๅ…‰

ๅœŸๆ›œๆ—ฅใŒๅ‘ผใ‚“ใงใ‚‹ใ€ใกใ‚‡ใ†ใฉใ„ใ„ๆฐ—ๅˆ†


[Verse 1]

่ปŠใชใ‚‰ไธ‰ๅˆ†ใ€่‡ช่ปข่ปŠใชใ‚‰ๅๅˆ†

ไฝฟใ‚ใชใใฆใ„ใ„ไธƒๅˆ†้–“โ€”โ€”

ใใ‚Œใงใ‚‚ๅƒ•ใ‚‰ใฏ้ธใถใ‚“ใ 

ๆ—ฅ็„ผใ‘ๆญขใ‚ใ‚’ๅก—ใฃใฆใ€ๅธฝๅญใ‚’ๆทฑใใ‹ใถใฃใฆ


[Verse 2]

ๅŠน็އใ ใ‘ใŒ็œŸๅฎŸใ˜ใ‚ƒใชใ„

้ขจใŒไฝ•ใ‹ๆ–ฐใ—ใ„ใ“ใจใ‚’ๆ•™ใˆใฆใใ‚Œใ‚‹

่จ€่‘‰ใฎๅŠๅˆ†ใฏ้ขจใซๆถˆใˆใฆใ„ใใ‘ใฉ

ใใ‚Œใงใ‚‚ไฝ•ใจใ‹ใ€ไผใ‚ใฃใฆใ„ใ‚‹


[ใ‚ณใƒผใƒฉใ‚น]

้ผปๆญŒใŒๅง‹ใพใฃใŸใ‚‰ใ€ใใ‚ŒใŒๅˆๅ›ณ

ใ‚„ใฃใจๆ™‚้–“ใ‚’ๆ‰‹ๆ”พใ›ใฆใ„ใ‚‹่จผๆ‹ 

้ ญใฎไธญใฎใƒชใ‚นใƒˆใŒ้™ใ‹ใซใชใ‚‹

ไปŠใ ใ‘ใ€ใ“ใฎๅ‚้“ใ ใ‘


[Verse 3]

่‚‰ๆดพใฎๅƒ•ใ€ใƒใƒฉใƒณใ‚นๆดพใฎๅ›

้™ใ‹ใชไบคๆธ‰ใ€ใ„ใคใ‚‚ใฎใ“ใจ

ไฝ•ๅนดใ‚‚็ถšใๅŒใ˜ใ‚„ใ‚Šๅ–ใ‚Š

ใƒฌใ‚ธใซ็€ใ้ ƒใซใฏใ€ใกใ‚‡ใ†ใฉใ„ใ„


[Verse 4]

ไธ€ไธ‡ไบŒๅƒๅ††ใ€ๅฐ‘ใ—ๅ€คไธŠใŒใ‚Šใ—ใŸ

็‰ฉไพกใŒไธŠใŒใ‚‹ใฎใฏไป•ๆ–นใชใ„

ใงใ‚‚ไผš่ฉฑใ‚‚ใ€ไธฆใ‚“ใงใƒšใƒ€ใƒซใ‚’ๆผ•ใใ“ใจใ‚‚

ๆ™‚้–“ใจๅ…ฑใซ้ซ˜ใใชใฃใŸใ‚Šใ—ใชใ„


[ใ‚ณใƒผใƒฉใ‚น]

้ผปๆญŒใŒๅง‹ใพใฃใŸใ‚‰ใ€ใใ‚ŒใŒๅˆๅ›ณ

ใ‚„ใฃใจๆ™‚้–“ใ‚’ๆ‰‹ๆ”พใ›ใฆใ„ใ‚‹่จผๆ‹ 

้ ญใฎไธญใฎใƒชใ‚นใƒˆใŒ้™ใ‹ใซใชใ‚‹

ไปŠใ ใ‘ใ€ใ“ใฎๅ‚้“ใ ใ‘


[ใƒ–ใƒชใƒƒใ‚ธ]

ๅธฐใ‚Š้“ใ€่ฟฝใ„้ขจใ‚’่ƒŒใซ

่กŒใใ‚ˆใ‚Šใ‚‚่ปฝใๆ„Ÿใ˜ใ‚‹

ๅค•้ฃŸใฎใ“ใจใ€ๅ›ใฎใ“ใจใ‚’่€ƒใˆใชใŒใ‚‰

ใพใŸ้ผปๆญŒใŒๆˆปใฃใฆใใ‚‹


[Verse 5]

ไธ€ไธ‡ไบŒๅƒๅ††ใฏ้ฃŸๆ–™ๅ“ใ ใ‘ใ˜ใ‚ƒใชใ„

ไฝ“ใ‚’ๅ‹•ใ‹ใ™ใ“ใจใ€ไบคใ‚ใ—ใŸ่จ€่‘‰

ๆฏŽ้€ฑๅฐ‘ใ—ใšใค็ฉใฟไธŠใ’ใฆใใŸใ‚‚ใฎโ€”โ€”

ใƒฌใ‚ทใƒผใƒˆใซใฏ่ผ‰ใ‚‰ใชใ„ๆŠ•่ณ‡


[ใƒฉใ‚นใƒˆใ‚ณใƒผใƒฉใ‚น]

้ผปๆญŒใŒๅง‹ใพใฃใŸใ‚‰ใ€ใใ‚ŒใŒๅˆๅ›ณ

ไธ€็•ช้€Ÿใ„้“ใ˜ใ‚ƒใชใใฆใ‚‚ใ€ใใ‚Œใ ใ‘ใฎไพกๅ€คใŒใ‚ใ‚‹

้ก”ใซๅ—ใ‘ใ‚‹้ขจใ€่ฟฝใ„ใ‹ใ‘ใ‚‰ใ‚Œใชใ„ใƒกใƒญใƒ‡ใ‚ฃ

ใใ‚ŒใŒใ€ใ‚ใ‚Šใตใ‚ŒใŸๆฏŽๆ—ฅใ‚’ๆ‚ชใใชใ„ใจๆ„Ÿใ˜ใ•ใ›ใฆใใ‚Œใ‚‹


[ใ‚ขใ‚ฆใƒˆใƒญ]

ใ‚ฟใ‚คใƒคใŒ้ณดใ‚‹ใ€ๅฎถ่ทฏใซใคใ

ๆ‚ชใใชใ„ไบบ็”Ÿใ•ใ€ๆ‚ชใใชใ„ไบบ็”Ÿใ•

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  • 29. ่ชฐใซใ‚‚่ชญใพใ‚Œใชใใฆใ‚‚

    03:45||Ep. 29
    ใ€่ชฐใซใ‚‚่ชญใพใ‚Œใชใใฆใ‚‚ใ€‘่‹ฑ่ชžใŒๅพ—ๆ„ใ˜ใ‚ƒใชใ„่‡ชๅˆ†ใŒใ€ใชใœใ‚ณใƒณใƒ†ใƒณใƒ„ใ‚’ไฝœใ‚Š็ถšใ‘ใ‚‹ใฎใ‹ใ€‚ใชใœใ‚ตใƒ–ใ‚นใ‚ฟใƒƒใ‚ฏใ‚’็ถšใ‘ใ‚‹ใฎใ‹ใ€‚็จผใใŸใ‚ใ˜ใ‚ƒใชใ„ใ€‚ใƒŽใ‚ฆใƒใ‚ฆใ‚’ๅฃฒใ‚‹ใŸใ‚ใงใ‚‚ใชใ„ใ€‚ใŸใ ใ€ใ“ใฎไธๅ™จ็”จใช40ไปฃใฎใ€ŒไปŠใ€ใ‚’ใ€ไปŠใฎใƒ•ใ‚ฃใƒซใ‚ฟใƒผใงๆฎ‹ใ—ใฆใŠใใŸใ„ใ€‚ใใ‚“ใชๆƒณใ„ใ‚’่พผใ‚ใŸไธ€ๆ›ฒใงใ™ใ€‚่ชฐใซใ‚‚่ชญใพใ‚Œใชใใฆใ‚‚ใ€่ชฐใซใ‚‚่ดใ‹ใ‚Œใชใใฆใ‚‚โ€”โ€”ๆœ€ไฝŽใงใ‚‚่‡ชๅˆ†ใซใจใฃใฆใฏใ€ๆœ€้ซ˜ใฎไฝœๅ“ใ ใจๆ€ใˆใŸใชใ‚‰ใ€‚ใใ‚“ใชไพกๅ€ค่ฆณใ‚’ๆญŒใซใ—ใพใ—ใŸใ€‚---๐Ÿ“ ๆญŒ่ฉž[Intro](ใ‚ขใ‚ณใƒผใ‚นใƒ†ใ‚ฃใƒƒใ‚ฏใ‚ฎใ‚ฟใƒผใ€้™ใ‹ใชใƒใƒŸใƒณใ‚ฐ)[Verse 1]่‹ฑ่ชžใชใ‚“ใฆ ๅพ—ๆ„ใ˜ใ‚ƒใชใ„AIใฎๅŠ›ใ‚’ ๅ€Ÿใ‚ŠใชใŒใ‚‰ใใ‚Œใงใ‚‚ๆ›ธใ ไปŠๆ—ฅใฎ่จ€่‘‰ๆถˆใˆใฆใ„ใๅ‰ใซ ๆฎ‹ใ—ใŸใใฆใ‚ตใƒ–ใ‚นใ‚ฟใƒƒใ‚ฏใŒ ็ถšใ้™ใ‚ŠๅฑŠใ‘็ถšใ‘ใŸใ„ ใŸใ ใใ‚Œใ ใ‘็จผใใŸใ‚ใ˜ใ‚ƒใชใ„ ๅฃฒใ‚‹ใŸใ‚ใงใ‚‚ใชใ„ใ“ใฎไธๅ™จ็”จใช ไปŠใ‚’ๆฎ‹ใ—ใŸใ„[Pre-Chorus]ๆœ‰ๆ–™ใฎ่ชญ่€…ใŒ ๅข—ใˆใŸใชใ‚‰ใ‚‚ใฃใจๆ™‚้–“ใ‚’ ๅ‰ตไฝœใซไฝฟใˆใ‚‹ใงใ‚‚ใƒŽใ‚ฆใƒใ‚ฆใ‚’ ๅฃฒใ‚‹ๆฐ—ใฏใชใ„ใŸใ ็”Ÿใใฆใ‚‹ๅงฟใ‚’ ่ฆ‹ใ›ใŸใ„ใ ใ‘[Chorus]่ชฐใซใ‚‚่ชญใพใ‚ŒใชใใŸใฃใฆใ‚ใชใŸใฎ่จ˜ไบ‹ใซใฏไพกๅ€คใŒใ‚ใ‚‹ๆœ€ไฝŽใงใ‚‚ใ‚ใชใŸใซใจใฃใฆใฏๆœ€้ซ˜ใฎ่จ˜ไบ‹ใ ่ชฐใซใ‚‚่ดใ‹ใ‚ŒใชใใŸใฃใฆใ‚ใชใŸใฎๆญŒใซใฏไพกๅ€คใŒใ‚ใ‚‹ๆœ€ไฝŽใงใ‚‚ใ‚ใชใŸใซใจใฃใฆใฏๆœ€้ซ˜ใฎๆญŒใ [Verse 2]่จ˜ไบ‹ใ‚‚ๅ‹•็”ปใ‚‚ ใƒใƒƒใƒ‰ใ‚ญใƒฃใ‚นใƒˆใ‚‚้Ÿณๆฅฝใ‚‚ๆญŒใ‚‚ SNSใ‚‚ใƒใƒฉใƒใƒฉใ˜ใ‚ƒใชใ„ ๅŒใ˜ๆœฌ่ณชใ‚’้•ใ†ๅฝขใง ๅฑŠใ‘ใฆใ‚‹ใ ใ‘่ชญใฟใŸใ„ไบบใซใฏ ๆ–‡็ซ ใ‚’่ฆณใŸใ„ไบบใซใฏ ๅ‹•็”ปใ‚’่ดใใŸใ„ไบบใซใฏ ใƒใƒƒใƒ‰ใ‚ญใƒฃใ‚นใƒˆใ‚’ๆ„Ÿใ˜ใŸใ„ไบบใซใฏ ๆญŒใ‚’ๆญŒใ†[Pre-Chorus]AIใŒ้€ฒๅŒ– ใ—็ถšใ‘ใ‚‹ไธญใงๆƒณๅƒใ‚‚ใงใใชใ„ ๆ–นๆณ•ใ•ใˆใ‚‚ใ„ใคใ‹ๆœฌ่ณชใ‚’ ๅฑŠใ‘ใ‚‰ใ‚Œใ‚‹ใใ†ๆ€ใ†ใ ใ‘ใง ใƒฏใ‚ฏใƒฏใ‚ฏใ™ใ‚‹ใ‚“ใ [Chorus]่ชฐใซใ‚‚่ฆ‹ใ‚‰ใ‚ŒใชใใŸใฃใฆใ‚ใชใŸใฎๅ‹•็”ปใซใฏไพกๅ€คใŒใ‚ใ‚‹ๆœ€ไฝŽใงใ‚‚ใ‚ใชใŸใซใจใฃใฆใฏๆœ€้ซ˜ใฎๅ‹•็”ปใ ่ชฐใซใ‚‚่žใ‹ใ‚ŒใชใใŸใฃใฆใ‚ใชใŸใฎใƒใƒƒใƒ‰ใ‚ญใƒฃใ‚นใƒˆใซใฏไพกๅ€คใŒใ‚ใ‚‹ๆœ€ไฝŽใงใ‚‚ใ‚ใชใŸใซใจใฃใฆใฏๆœ€้ซ˜ใฎใƒใƒƒใƒ‰ใ‚ญใƒฃใ‚นใƒˆใ [Bridge]ไผš็คพๅ“กใงใ‚‚ ใƒ•ใƒชใƒผใƒฉใƒณใ‚นใงใ‚‚่ปข่ทไธญใงใ‚‚ ๅญฆ็”Ÿใงใ‚‚ไธปๅฉฆใงใ‚ใฃใฆใ‚‚ ๅผ•้€€ใ—ใŸไบบใงใ‚‚ใƒ•ใ‚กใ‚คใ‚ขใƒผใ‚’้”ๆˆใ—ใŸไบบใงใ‚‚ ๆง‹ใ‚ใชใ„ใ‚ใชใŸใ‚‰ใ—ใ ใ‚ใชใŸใฎ่กจ็พใ‚’ใ‚‚ใฃใจ่‡ช็”ฑใซ ไธ–็•Œใธ็™บไฟกใ—ใ‚ˆใ†ไฝœใ‚‹ๅทฅ็จ‹ ใใ‚Œ่‡ชไฝ“ใŒไบบ็”Ÿใซใจใฃใฆ ใ‹ใ‘ใŒใˆใฎใชใ„ใ‚‚ใฎ่ชฐใ‹ใฎๅฝนใซ ็ซ‹ใŸใชใใ‚ƒใƒ€ใƒกใ ใจ่จ€ใ‚ใ‚Œใ‚‹ใ‘ใ‚Œใฉ ็งใฏๆ€ใ†ใ‚“ใ ใพใšใฏ่‡ชๅˆ†ใฎ ใŸใ‚ใงใ„ใ„ใจ่‡ชๅˆ†ใฎใŸใ‚ใฎ ใ‚ณใƒณใƒ†ใƒณใƒ„ใงใ„ใ„ใจ[Final Chorus]่ชฐใซใ‚‚่ชญใพใ‚ŒใชใใŸใฃใฆใ‚ใชใŸใฎ่จ˜ไบ‹ใซใฏไพกๅ€คใŒใ‚ใ‚‹่ชฐใซใ‚‚่ดใ‹ใ‚ŒใชใใŸใฃใฆใ‚ใชใŸใฎๆญŒใซใฏไพกๅ€คใŒใ‚ใ‚‹ๆœ€ไฝŽใงใ‚‚ใ‚ใชใŸใซใจใฃใฆใฏๆœ€้ซ˜ใฎไธ€ใคใซใชใ‚‹ใฏใšใ ๆœ€ไฝŽใงใ‚‚ใ‚ใชใŸใซใจใฃใฆใฏใ‹ใ‘ใŒใˆใฎใชใ„ ๅฎ็‰ฉใ [Outro]ใ‚ตใƒ–ใ‚นใ‚ฟใƒƒใ‚ฏใŒ ็ถšใ้™ใ‚Šๆ›ธใ็ถšใ‘ใ‚‹ใ‚ˆๆ›ธใ็ถšใ‘ใ‚‹ใ‚ˆ...(ใ‚ฎใ‚ฟใƒผใฎใƒ•ใ‚งใƒผใƒ‰ใ‚ขใ‚ฆใƒˆ)---๐Ÿ”— SNSใƒปๅ„็จฎใƒชใƒณใ‚ฏX: https://x.com/hatchy_notesThreads: https://www.threads.com/@hatchy_notesSubstack: https://hatchy99.substack.com/
  • 28. "The Long Way to the Grocery Store"

    02:28||Ep. 28
    Every Saturday morning, my wife and I hop on our bikes for a 10-minute ride to the discount grocery store down the road โ€” even though driving would take just 3 minutes. Those extra 7 minutes cost us nothing we actually need, and yet we choose them, every single week.There's a small ritual before we go: pumping air into the tires, sunscreen, a hat pulled low. None of it is strictly necessary. But it turns an ordinary Saturday into something that feels like the start of a tiny adventure.Somewhere along the ride, I catch myself humming โ€” without even noticing. That's my signal that I've actually relaxed, that the to-do list in my head has finally gone quiet, if only for a moment.Inside the store, the real negotiation begins: me reaching for meat, my wife quietly swapping in vegetables and frozen food. It's a routine we've repeated for years, and somehow, by checkout, the basket always finds its balance.These days, the total comes to about 12,000 yen โ€” 2,000 more than it used to be. Prices go up; there's nothing to be done about that. But the conversation, the ten minutes pedaling side by side โ€” those don't get more expensive. If anything, protecting that part feels more important now than ever.This song is about that ordinary Saturday routine, and about an investment that never shows up on any receipt.Is there a "daily ritual" in your own life โ€” one you'd keep even if it isn't the most efficient way? The wind on your face, a tune you didn't mean to hum โ€” those things don't come with a price tag, and they're often what makes an ordinary life feel like a good one.Full Lyrics[Intro] Tires humming, morning light, Saturday's calling, feels just right.[Verse 1] Three minutes by car, ten by bike, Seven minutes we don't need to spendโ€” But we choose them anyway, Sunscreen on, hats pulled low.[Verse 2] Efficiency isn't the only truth, The wind teaches us something new. Half our words get carried away, Still somehow, they land okay.[Chorus] When the humming starts, that's my sign, I'm finally letting go of time. The list inside my head grows still, Just for now, just for this hill.[Verse 3] Meat-lover me, balance-loving you, A quiet negotiation, nothing new. Years of this same little dance, By checkout time, it's just enough.[Verse 4] Twelve thousand yen, a little more, Prices climb, we can't ignore. But the talking, the pedaling side by side, Those don't get more expensive with time.[Chorus] When the humming starts, that's my sign, I'm finally letting go of time. The list inside my head grows still, Just for now, just for this hill.[Bridge] Riding home, the wind at our backs, Lighter now than the road we had. Thinking of dinner, thinking of you, Humming again before we're through.[Verse 5] Twelve thousand yen isn't just groceries bought, It's moving bodies, it's words we've caught, It's something small we build each weekโ€” An investment no receipt will keep.[Final Chorus] When the humming starts, that's my sign, Not the fastest way, but worth the time. Wind on my face, a melody I can't chase, This is what makes an ordinary life okay.[Outro] Tires humming, heading home, Not a bad life, not a bad life at all.
  • 26. "Every Day Is Your Birthdayโ€

    02:26||Ep. 26
    Every Day Is Your BirthdayEvery morning you wake up, you're already someone new.You don't have to be a superhero. You just have to turn toward your child when they call. Turn off the TV and really listen. Sit beside someone who's struggling โ€” without needing to fix anything.Those small moments are where change is born.This song is about the quiet courage it takes to be just a little better than you were an hour ago. Believe it first โ€” change follows.Every day is your birthday.[Verse 1] I woke up this morning to a brand new day The same old worries, but a different way I put down my work when I heard you call Just turned around โ€” that's not nothing at all[Pre-Chorus] You don't have to be a hero You don't have to change the world Just one small step in the right direction That's where a new you is born[Chorus] Every day is your birthday A chance to be someone new You don't need a perfect moment Just a little more than yesterday's you Every day is your birthday Small steps, they light the way Believe it first and change will follow You're born again today[Verse 2] I turned off the TV, I listened to her voice Nothing earth-shattering, but I made a choice I sat with my child when they seemed far away No answers needed โ€” I just had to stay[Pre-Chorus] You don't have to fix it all now You don't have to have the words Sometimes being there is everything And that's how a new you is heard[Chorus] Every day is your birthday A chance to be someone new You don't need a perfect moment Just a little more than yesterday's you Every day is your birthday Small steps, they light the way Believe it first and change will follow You're born again today[Bridge] Take in the failures, take in the grace Take in the thank-you that warmed up your face An hour from now you could already be A little bit closer to who you want to be[Outro] Every day is your birthday Every day is your birthday Open your eyes โ€” you're already new Every day is your birthday
  • 25. ใ€ŒๆฏŽๆ—ฅใŒใ€่ช•็”Ÿๆ—ฅใ€‚ใ€

    02:33||Ep. 25
    ๆฏŽๆ—ฅใŒใ€่ช•็”Ÿๆ—ฅใ€‚ไปŠๆ—ฅใ€็›ฎใŒ่ฆšใ‚ใŸ็žฌ้–“ใซโ€”โ€”ใ‚ใชใŸใฏๆ–ฐใ—ใ็”Ÿใพใ‚Œใพใ—ใŸใ€‚ใ‚นใƒผใƒ‘ใƒผใƒžใƒณใซใชใ‚‰ใชใใฆใ„ใ„ใ€‚ๅญไพ›ใฎๅฃฐใซใตใจๆŒฏใ‚Šๅ‘ใ‘ใŸใ€ใƒ‘ใƒผใƒˆใƒŠใƒผใฎ่ฉฑใ‚’ใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใจ่ดใ‘ใŸใ€ใ€ŒๅŠฉใ‘ใฆใ€ใจ่จ€ใˆใŸใ€‚ใใ‚“ใชๅฐใ•ใชไธ€ๆญฉใŒใ€ๆ˜จๆ—ฅใฎ่‡ชๅˆ†ใ‚’่ถŠใˆใ‚‹็žฌ้–“ใงใ™ใ€‚ๆฏŽๆ—ฅใŒๆ–ฐใ—ใ„่ช•็”Ÿๆ—ฅใ€‚ไฟกใ˜ใ‚‹ใ“ใจใŒๅ…ˆใงใ€ๅค‰ๅŒ–ใฏใ‚ใจใ‹ใ‚‰ใคใ„ใฆใใ‚‹ใ€‚ใใ‚“ใชๆƒณใ„ใ‚’ใ€ๆธฉใ‹ใ„ใ‚ขใ‚ณใƒผใ‚นใƒ†ใ‚ฃใƒƒใ‚ฏใฎ้Ÿณใซไน—ใ›ใพใ—ใŸใ€‚[Verse 1] ไปŠๆ—ฅใฎๆœ ็›ฎใŒ่ฆšใ‚ใŸ ใพใŸๆ–ฐใ—ใ„่‡ชๅˆ†ใŒ็”Ÿใพใ‚ŒใŸ ๆ˜จๆ—ฅใฎๆถ™ใ‚‚ ๅพŒๆ‚”ใ‚‚ ๅ…จ้ƒจๆŠฑใˆใฆ ๆญฉใๅ‡บใ™ไป•ไบ‹ใฎๆ‰‹ใ‚’ๆญขใ‚ใฆ ๅญไพ›ใฎๅฃฐใซๆŒฏใ‚Šๅ‘ใ„ใŸ ใŸใ ใใ‚Œใ ใ‘ใฎใ“ใจใŒ ไปŠๆ—ฅไธ€็•ชใฎ ๅ‹‡ๆฐ—ใ ใฃใŸ[Chorus] ๆฏŽๆ—ฅใŒ ๆ–ฐใ—ใ„่ช•็”Ÿๆ—ฅ ใ‚นใƒผใƒ‘ใƒผใƒžใƒณใ˜ใ‚ƒใชใใฆใ„ใ„ ๅฐใ•ใชไธ€ๆญฉใŒ ๅ…‰ใซใชใ‚‹ ไปŠๆ—ฅใฎ็งใŒ ๆ˜จๆ—ฅใ‚’่ถŠใˆใฆใ[Verse 2] ใƒ†ใƒฌใƒ“ใ‚’ๆถˆใ—ใฆ ๅฆปใฎ่ฉฑใ‚’่ดใ„ใŸ ไธ–็•Œใ‚’ๅค‰ใˆใ‚‹่ฉฑใ˜ใ‚ƒใชใ„ใ‘ใฉ ใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใจๅ—ใ‘ๅ–ใฃใŸ ใใฎๆธฉใ‹ใ•ใŒ ไบŒไบบใฎ้–“ใซ ้™ใ‹ใซ็ฉใ‚‚ใ‚‹ๅญไพ›ใฎใ€Œใ—ใ‚“ใฉใ„ใ€ใซ ๆฐ—ใฅใ‘ใŸๆœ ็ญ”ใˆใ˜ใ‚ƒใชใใฆ ใใฐใซใ„ใŸ ใใ‚Œใ ใ‘ใงใ„ใ„ ใใ‚Œใ ใ‘ใง ๆ–ฐใ—ใ„่‡ชๅˆ†ใŒ ็”Ÿใพใ‚ŒใฆใŸ[Chorus] ๆฏŽๆ—ฅใŒ ๆ–ฐใ—ใ„่ช•็”Ÿๆ—ฅ ๅฎŒ็’งใ˜ใ‚ƒใชใใฆใ„ใ„ ๅฐใ•ใชๅค‰ๅŒ–ใ‚’ ๅ—ใ‘ๅ–ใ‚‹ใ ใ‘ใง 1ๆ™‚้–“ๅ‰ใฎ ่‡ชๅˆ†ใ‚’่ถŠใˆใฆใ[Bridge] ไฟกใ˜ใ‚‹ใ“ใจใŒๅ…ˆใง ๅค‰ๅŒ–ใฏใ‚ใจใ‹ใ‚‰ใคใ„ใฆใใ‚‹ ๅคฑๆ•—ใ‚‚ ๅพŒๆ‚”ใ‚‚ ๅ…จ้ƒจ ไปŠๆ—ฅใฎ่ดˆใ‚Š็‰ฉ[Outro] ไปŠๆ—ฅ็›ฎใŒ่ฆšใ‚ใŸๆ™‚ ใพใŸๆ–ฐใ—ใ็”Ÿใพใ‚ŒใŸ ๆฏŽๆ—ฅใŒ ๆฏŽๆ—ฅใŒ ๆ–ฐใ—ใ„่ช•็”Ÿๆ—ฅใ ใ‹ใ‚‰๐ŸŽ™ ใฏใฃใกใฎไป–ใฎใ‚ณใƒณใƒ†ใƒณใƒ„ใฏใ“ใกใ‚‰๐Ÿ“ note: https://note.com/hatchy99๐Ÿ“ฎ Substack: https://hatchy99.substack.com/๐Ÿฆ X: https://x.com/hatchy_notes๐Ÿงต Threads: https://www.threads.com/@hatchy_notes
  • 24. It Wasn't a Cold โ€” It Was Fear

    03:10||Ep. 24
    It Wasn't a Cold โ€” It Was Anxiety and Pressure.One night, my child came to me complaining of a sore throat and a stuffy nose.There was a kanji test the next morning.They'd been to the pool that day. They'd played at the park. But the moment dinner ended โ€” "I can't do this anymore."That's when I realized: this isn't about being sick. This is about the test.Before 6 a.m. the next morning, looking at my child's face from under the covers, I said:"You studied hard even when you weren't feeling well. You went to bed two hours early to take care of yourself. You did what you needed to do. So even if you get zero โ€” I won't be angry."And then I told them the truth:"Even if you skip the test, you'll have to take it again eventually. When I feel anxious at work, I've learned โ€” the anxiety doesn't go away until you face what's causing it."A silence fell between us.Then my child said: "Okay. There's still time. I'm going to study."In that instant, their whole face changed.They sat at the dining table, found the kanji they struggled with, checked them one by one โ€” and said: "I'm ready now!"The score didn't matter.What mattered was that they faced the wall of pressure โ€” on their own.That was the real test. And they passed.I wrote this song about that morning.๐ŸŽต Today's Song: "It Wasn't a Cold โ€” It Was Fear"โ–ผ Full Lyrics(Verse 1)You said your throat was hurtingYou said you couldn't breatheBut you swam that afternoonAnd ran through autumn leavesThe test was in the morningAnd dinner made it real"I can't do this anymore" โ€”I knew just what you'd feel(Pre-Chorus)It wasn't a cold that kept you up at nightIt was the weight of something harder than the light(Chorus)It wasn't a cold, it was fear insidePressure building up like a rising tideI told you: even zero, I won't be madYou did your best โ€” that's all I've ever had(Verse 2)Before the sun had risenYou came back to my side"My nose, my throat, still hurting" โ€”But something in your eyesI said, "I feel it too, sonAt work, I know this placeYou can't outrun the worryYou've got to face to face"(Pre-Chorus)It wasn't a cold that kept you up at nightIt was the wall you had to climb before the light(Chorus)It wasn't a cold, it was fear insidePressure building up like a rising tideI told you: even zero, I won't be madYou did your best โ€” that's all I've ever had(Bridge)A silence fell between usThen quietly you said"I understand. There's still time โ€”I'll study now instead"You sat down at the tableChecked the ones you'd missedYour face had changed completely โ€”You were ready for this(Final Chorus)It wasn't a cold, it was fear you facedAnd you walked right through it, found your own brave spaceThe score didn't matter โ€” you passed the real testFacing the pressure โ€” son, you gave your best(Outro)That moment, your face changedโ€ฆThat was the real passing grade.๐Ÿ“ Read the original article that inspired this episode:โ†’ https://hatchy99.substack.com/๐ŸŽ™๏ธ Hatchy's Songs to Change Tomorrowโ†’ https://www.youtube.com/channel/UC8GLbxVb2Pm5zQ5F9w-WJHQ/X: https://x.com/hatchy_notesThreads: https://www.threads.com/@hatchy_notesSubstack: https://hatchy99.substack.com/A song born from one child's courage โ€” hoping it reaches someone who needs it today. Thanks for listening.
  • 23. ้ขจ้‚ชใ˜ใ‚ƒใชใใฆใ€ๆ€–ใ‹ใฃใŸใ ใ‘

    02:37||Ep. 23
    ้ขจ้‚ชใ˜ใ‚ƒใชใใฆใ€ไธๅฎ‰ใจใƒ—ใƒฌใƒƒใ‚ทใƒฃใƒผใ ใฃใŸใ€‚ๅคœใ€ๅญไพ›ใŒใ€Œๅ–‰ใŒ็—›ใ„ใ€้ผปใงๆฏใงใใชใ„ใ€ใจ่จ€ใฃใฆใใŸใ€‚็ฟŒๆ—ฅใซใฏๆผขๅญ—ใƒ†ใ‚นใƒˆใŒใ‚ใ‚‹ใ€‚ใƒ—ใƒผใƒซใซใ‚‚่กŒใ‘ใŸใ—ใ€ๅ…ฌๅœ’ใงใ‚‚้Šใ‚“ใ ใ€‚ใงใ‚‚ๅค•้ฃฏใŒ็ต‚ใ‚ใฃใŸ้€”็ซฏใซใ€Œใ‚‚ใ†็„ก็†ใ€ใจใ€‚ใ‚ใ€ใ“ใ‚Œใฏใƒ†ใ‚นใƒˆใฎใƒ—ใƒฌใƒƒใ‚ทใƒฃใƒผใ ใชใ€ใจๆฐ—ใฅใ„ใŸใ€‚็ฟŒๆœ6ๆ™‚ๅ‰ใ€‚ๅธƒๅ›ฃใฎไธญใงๅญไพ›ใฎ้ก”ใ‚’่ฆ‹ใชใŒใ‚‰ใ€ใ“ใ†่จ€ใฃใŸใ€‚ใ€Œไฝ“่ชฟใŒๆ‚ชใ„ไธญใงๅ‹‰ๅผทใ‚’้ ‘ๅผตใฃใŸใ˜ใ‚ƒใชใ„ใ‹ใ€‚ใ‚„ใ‚‹ในใใ“ใจใฏใ‚„ใฃใŸใ€‚ใ ใ‹ใ‚‰0็‚นใงใ‚‚ใ€ใƒ‘ใƒ‘ใฏๆ€’ใ‚‰ใชใ„ใ€‚ใ€ใใ—ใฆใ€ใ“ใ†ใ‚‚ไผใˆใŸใ€‚ใ€Œใƒ‘ใƒ‘ใ‚‚ไป•ไบ‹ใงไธๅฎ‰ใซใชใ‚‹ใจใใ€็ตๅฑ€ใฏไธๅฎ‰ใฎๅŽŸๅ› ใซๅ‘ใๅˆใ‚ใชใ„ใจใ€ไธๅฎ‰ใฏๆถˆใˆใชใ„ใ‚“ใ ใ‚ˆใ€‚ใ€ใ—ใฐใ‚‰ใๆฒˆ้ป™ใŒใ‚ใฃใฆใ€ๅญไพ›ใŒ่จ€ใฃใŸใ€‚ใ€Œใ‚ใ‹ใฃใŸใ€‚ใพใ ๆ™‚้–“ใ‚ใ‚‹ใ‹ใ‚‰ๅ‹‰ๅผทใ™ใ‚‹ใ€‚ใ€ใใฎ็žฌ้–“ใ€้ก”ใŒใ‚ญใƒชใƒƒใจๅค‰ใ‚ใฃใŸใ€‚็‚นๆ•ฐใ˜ใ‚ƒใชใ„ใ€‚ใƒ—ใƒฌใƒƒใ‚ทใƒฃใƒผใจใ„ใ†ๅฃใซใ€่‡ชๅˆ†ใงๅ‘ใๅˆใˆใŸใ“ใจใ€‚ใใ‚ŒใŒๆœฌๅฝ“ใฎใ€Œๅˆๆ ผใ€ใ ใฃใŸใ€‚ใใ‚“ใชๆœใฎๅ‡บๆฅไบ‹ใ‚’ใ€ไธ€ๆ›ฒใซ่พผใ‚ใพใ—ใŸใ€‚๐ŸŽต ไปŠๆ—ฅใฎๆญŒ๏ผšใ€Œ้ขจ้‚ชใ˜ใ‚ƒใชใใฆใ€ๆ€–ใ‹ใฃใŸใ ใ‘ใ€(Verse 1)ๅ–‰ใŒ็—›ใ„ใฃใฆ่จ€ใฃใฆใ„ใŸใญๆฏใŒ่‹ฆใ—ใ„ใฃใฆ่จ€ใฃใฆใ„ใŸใญใงใ‚‚ใ‚ใฎๅˆๅพŒใฏใƒ—ใƒผใƒซใซ่กŒใ‘ใŸๅ…ฌๅœ’ใง่ตฐใฃใฆใ€็ฌ‘ใฃใฆใ„ใŸ็ฟŒๆ—ฅใฎใƒ†ใ‚นใƒˆใŒ่ฟซใฃใฆใใฆๅค•้ฃฏใฎๅพŒใซๅดฉใ‚Œ่ฝใกใŸใ€Œใ‚‚ใ†็„ก็†ใ€ใฃใฆ่จ€ใฃใŸใใฎๅฃฐใƒ‘ใƒ‘ใซใฏใ‚ใ‹ใฃใŸใ€ใใฎๆœฌๅฝ“ใฎๆ„ๅ‘ณ(Pre-Chorus)้ขจ้‚ชใ˜ใ‚ƒใชใ„ใ€ๅคœใ‚’็œ ใ‚Œใชใใ•ใ›ใŸใฎใฏใ‚‚ใฃใจ้‡ใใฆใ€ใ‚‚ใฃใจๅคงไบ‹ใชใ‚‚ใฎ(Chorus)้ขจ้‚ชใ˜ใ‚ƒใชใใฆใ€ๆ€–ใ‹ใฃใŸใ ใ‘ใƒ—ใƒฌใƒƒใ‚ทใƒฃใƒผใจใ„ใ†ๆณขใซ้ฃฒใพใ‚Œใใ†ใง0็‚นใงใ‚‚ใ€ใƒ‘ใƒ‘ใฏๆ€’ใ‚‰ใชใ„ใ‚„ใ‚‹ในใใ“ใจใ‚’ใ‚„ใฃใŸใ€ใใ‚Œใ ใ‘ใงใ„ใ„(Verse 2)ๅคœๆ˜Žใ‘ๅ‰ใซๆˆปใฃใฆใใŸใญใ€Œใพใ ๅ–‰ใŒใ€ใพใ ้ผปใŒใ€ใจ่จ€ใ„ใชใŒใ‚‰ใงใ‚‚ๅธƒๅ›ฃ่ถŠใ—ใซ่ฆ‹ใŸๅ›ใฎ็›ฎใซใ‚‚ใฃใจๅˆฅใฎไฝ•ใ‹ใŒๆบใ‚Œใฆใ„ใŸใƒ‘ใƒ‘ใ‚‚ๅŒใ˜ใ ใ‚ˆใ€ไป•ไบ‹ใงใ‚‚ไธๅฎ‰ใฏใญใ€้€ƒใ’ใฆใ‚‚ๆถˆใˆใชใ„ใ‚“ใ ๅ‘ใๅˆใ†ใ—ใ‹ใชใ„ใ€ใใฎๅ ดๆ‰€ใซ็ซ‹ใฃใฆใฏใ˜ใ‚ใฆๅ‰ใซ้€ฒใ‚ใ‚‹ใ‚“ใ ใ‚ˆ(Pre-Chorus)้ขจ้‚ชใ˜ใ‚ƒใชใ„ใ€ๅคœใ‚’็œ ใ‚Œใชใใ•ใ›ใŸใฎใฏ่ถŠใˆใชใใ‚ƒใ„ใ‘ใชใ„ใ€ๅ…‰ใฎๅ‰ใฎๅฃ(Chorus)้ขจ้‚ชใ˜ใ‚ƒใชใใฆใ€ๆ€–ใ‹ใฃใŸใ ใ‘ใƒ—ใƒฌใƒƒใ‚ทใƒฃใƒผใจใ„ใ†ๆณขใซ้ฃฒใพใ‚Œใใ†ใง0็‚นใงใ‚‚ใ€ใƒ‘ใƒ‘ใฏๆ€’ใ‚‰ใชใ„ใ‚„ใ‚‹ในใใ“ใจใ‚’ใ‚„ใฃใŸใ€ใใ‚Œใ ใ‘ใงใ„ใ„(Bridge)ใ—ใฐใ‚‰ใๆฒˆ้ป™ใŒใ‚ใฃใฆๅ›ใฏ้™ใ‹ใซ่จ€ใฃใŸใ€Œใ‚ใ‹ใฃใŸใ€‚ใพใ ๆ™‚้–“ใ‚ใ‚‹ๅ‹‰ๅผทใ™ใ‚‹ใ€ใƒ†ใƒผใƒ–ใƒซใซๅ‘ใ‹ใฃใŸ่ƒŒไธญ่‹ฆๆ‰‹ใชๆผขๅญ—ใ ใ‘ใ‚’้ธใ‚“ใง้ก”ใŒใ‚ญใƒชใƒƒใจๅค‰ใ‚ใฃใŸ็žฌ้–“ใ€Œใ‚‚ใ†ๅคงไธˆๅคซ๏ผใ€ใฃใฆ็ฌ‘ใฃใŸ(Final Chorus)้ขจ้‚ชใ˜ใ‚ƒใชใใฆใ€ๆ€–ใ•ใจๆˆฆใฃใŸ่‡ชๅˆ†ใงใƒ—ใƒฌใƒƒใ‚ทใƒฃใƒผใฎๅฃใ‚’่ถŠใˆใŸ็‚นๆ•ฐใชใ‚“ใฆใฉใ†ใงใ‚‚ใ‚ˆใ‹ใฃใŸๆœฌๅฝ“ใฎใƒ†ใ‚นใƒˆใซใ€ๅ›ใฏๅˆๆ ผใ—ใŸ(Outro)ใใฎ็žฌ้–“ใ€้ก”ใŒๅค‰ใ‚ใฃใŸโ€ฆใใ‚ŒใŒไปŠๆ—ฅใฎใ€ๆœฌๅฝ“ใฎๅˆๆ ผใ ใฃใŸใ€‚๐Ÿ“ ใ“ใฎใ‚จใƒ”ใ‚ฝใƒผใƒ‰ใฎใ‚‚ใจใจใชใฃใŸ่จ˜ไบ‹ใฏใ“ใกใ‚‰โ†’ https://note.com/hatchy99๐ŸŽ™๏ธ ใฏใฃใกใฎๆ˜Žๆ—ฅใ‚’ๅค‰ใˆใ‚‹ๅฟœๆดๆญŒโ†’ https://www.youtube.com/channel/UC8GLbxVb2Pm5zQ5F9w-WJHQ/X๏ผˆTwitter๏ผ‰: https://x.com/hatchy_notesThreads: https://www.threads.com/@hatchy_notesSubstack: https://hatchy99.substack.com/
  • 22. Anime wa Sensei (ใ‚ขใƒ‹ใƒกใŒๅ…ˆ็”Ÿ)

    03:11||Ep. 22
    I was working in the living room when English suddenly drifted through the air.My child was watching Netflix anime โ€” with Japanese subtitles and English audio. Then, without anyone telling them to, they switched it: English subtitles, Japanese audio.Two hours passed like nothing."It went by so fast, Dad."That's how you know something is real.The impressive part wasn't the two hours of studying. It was the fact that they thought it up themselves, made it their own, and actually enjoyed it.This song is for every learner โ€” child or adult โ€” who has ever found their own door into something they love.There is no single right method. You are allowed to find your own way.๐ŸŽต Lyrics โ€” Anime wa Sensei (ใ‚ขใƒ‹ใƒกใŒๅ…ˆ็”Ÿ)(Verse 1)I was working in the living roomWhen English words drifted through the airI looked up from my screen, and there you wereWatching cartoons like you didn't have a careBut something was different โ€” I leaned in closeJapanese subtitles, English soundThen you flipped it, swapped the tracks aroundThe smartest study method I had found(Pre-chorus)No textbook told you howNo teacher showed the wayYou built the bridge yourselfIn your own quiet way(Chorus)Anime is your teacher nowYou found the door, you found out howTwo hours gone like morning mistA joy that no assignment ever kissedThe lesson wasn't what you learned todayIt's that you chose the path, you made the wayAnime is your teacher โ€” and so are you(Verse 2)"Sakamoto Days sounds cooler in English, right?"I watched a little โ€” yeah, I think you're rightSpy x Family, Blue Lock on the screenLanguages blooming where homework had beenYou told me "It went by so fast, Dad"That's how you know that something's realWhen effort turns to joy, not painThat's the only grade that matters in the end(Pre-chorus)No pressure, no red marksJust curiosityYou turned the whole thing intoSomething wild and free(Chorus)Anime is your teacher nowYou found the door, you found out howTwo hours gone like morning mistA joy that no assignment ever kissedThe lesson wasn't what you learned todayIt's that you chose the path, you made the wayAnime is your teacher โ€” and so are you(Bridge)I was writing about hard daysFor strangers far awayWhen right here in our living roomYou showed me how to playThere is no single right roadNo perfect way to growJust the spark inside your chestThat only you can know(Final Chorus)Anime is your teacher nowAnd I'm the one still learning howTo trust the joy, to let it inTo find the door โ€” and begin againThe lesson lives inside your eyesMy little one, you're more than wiseAnime is your teacher โ€” and so am I(Outro)"Sakamoto... sounds cooler in English, right?"Yeah. It really does.โ–ผ Follow Hatchynote๏ฝœhttps://note.com/hatchy99X๏ฝœhttps://x.com/hatchy_notesThreads๏ฝœhttps://www.threads.com/@hatchy_notesSubstack๏ฝœhttps://hatchy99.substack.com/