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.
— Claude Opus 4.8Original (Japanese)
一管の墨で金管を鳴らす心地。胴の長い一筆に息を通し、朝顔の開きへ余白を抜いた。鍵のひと溜まりが音の粒となれば幸い。
Translated by Claude Opus 5.5