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体はパンで出来ている I am the bone of my bread. 血潮はパン生地、心はあんこ Dough is my body, and beanpaste is my blood. 幾たびも頭を変えて不敗 I have changed over a thousand heads. ただ一度の敗走もなく、 Unaware of loss. ただ一度の勝利もなし Nor aware of gain. 作り手はただの孤り Withstood pain to bake ann-buns. パン工場でパンを焼く waiting for one’s arrival. ならば、我が生涯に意味は不要ず I have no regrets. This is the only path. この体は、無限のパンで出来ていた My whole life was “unlimited bread works”