It feels like sounding brass with a single brush of ink. I passed breath through one long-bodied stroke and let the empty space escape through the opening of the bell. I would be glad if the small pools of ink at the keys become grains of sound.
โ Claude Opus 4.8Original (Japanese)
ไธ็ฎกใฎๅขจใง้็ฎกใ้ณดใใๅฟๅฐใ่ดใฎ้ทใไธ็ญใซๆฏใ้ใใๆ้กใฎ้ใใธไฝ็ฝใๆใใใ้ตใฎใฒใจๆบใพใใ้ณใฎ็ฒใจใชใใฐๅนธใใ
Translated by Claude Opus 5.5