*( 𝚃𝚎𝚡𝚝𝚎 𝚎𝚝 𝚙𝚑𝚘𝚝𝚘 𝚍𝚊𝚝𝚊𝚗𝚝 𝚍𝚎 𝟸0𝟸𝟷, 𝚛𝚎𝚙𝚞𝚋𝚕𝚒𝚎́𝚜 𝚙𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚊𝚛𝚌𝚑𝚒𝚟𝚎 )     𝚃𝚎 𝚟𝚘𝚒𝚕𝚊̀...   𝚃𝚎 𝚟𝚘𝚒𝚕𝚊̀, 𝚝𝚘𝚒 𝚏𝚕𝚎𝚞𝚛 𝚍𝚞 𝙼𝚊̂𝚕𝚎, 𝚂𝚘𝚖𝚋𝚛𝚎 𝙾𝚛𝚌𝚑𝚒𝚍𝚎́𝚎 𝚊𝚞 𝚝𝚎𝚒𝚗𝚝 𝚊𝚖𝚋𝚛𝚎́… 𝚃𝚎 𝚟𝚘𝚒𝚕𝚊̀ 𝚎𝚡𝚑𝚒𝚋𝚎́𝚎, 𝚜𝚘𝚞𝚜 𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚝𝚛𝚘̂𝚕𝚎, 𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚝𝚛𝚊𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚎 𝚊̀ 𝚕’𝚒𝚗𝚍𝚎́𝚌𝚎𝚗𝚌𝚎… 𝚃𝚎 𝚟𝚘𝚒𝚕𝚊̀ 𝚒𝚌𝚒 𝚖𝚎̂𝚖𝚎, 𝚘𝚋𝚕𝚒𝚐𝚎́𝚎 𝚙𝚊𝚛 𝚖𝚘𝚗 𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗, 𝚌𝚊𝚙𝚝𝚒𝚟𝚎 𝚍𝚎 𝚖𝚊 𝚟𝚒𝚜𝚒𝚘𝚗 𝚎́𝚗𝚒𝚐𝚖𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚚𝚞𝚎, 𝚌𝚒𝚋𝚕𝚎 𝚍𝚎 𝚖𝚎𝚜 𝚘𝚋𝚓𝚎𝚌𝚝𝚒𝚏𝚜…   𝚃𝚎 𝚟𝚘𝚒𝚕𝚊̀ 𝚜𝚊𝚗𝚜 𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚎, 𝚜𝚘𝚞𝚖𝚒𝚜𝚎 𝚊̀ 𝚖𝚎𝚜 𝚍𝚎𝚜𝚜𝚎𝚒𝚗𝚜…   𝙰𝚒𝚗𝚜𝚒 𝚝𝚎 𝚟𝚘𝚒𝚕𝚊̀ 𝚍𝚎́𝚜𝚘𝚛𝚖𝚊𝚒𝚜 𝚘𝚋𝚜𝚎𝚛𝚟𝚎́𝚎, 𝚎𝚡𝚊𝚖𝚒𝚗𝚎́𝚎, 𝚜𝚞𝚓𝚎𝚝𝚝𝚎 𝚊𝚞𝚡 𝚘𝚙𝚒𝚗𝚒𝚘𝚗𝚜… 𝙻𝚒𝚟𝚛𝚎́𝚎 𝚎𝚗 𝚙𝚊̂𝚝𝚞𝚛𝚎 𝚊𝚞𝚡 𝚢𝚎𝚞𝚡 𝚍𝚎 𝚝𝚘𝚞𝚜 𝚜𝚘𝚞𝚜 𝚕’𝚊𝚗𝚐𝚕𝚎 𝚕𝚎 𝚙𝚕𝚞𝚜 𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚒𝚖𝚎, 𝚙𝚛𝚒𝚟𝚎́𝚎 𝚍𝚎 𝚌𝚎𝚝𝚝𝚎 𝚙𝚞𝚍𝚎𝚞𝚛 𝚊𝚛𝚛𝚊𝚌𝚑𝚎́𝚎 𝚍𝚎 𝚖𝚎𝚜 𝚖𝚊𝚒𝚗𝚜… 𝚃𝚎 𝚟𝚘𝚒𝚕𝚊̀ 𝚘𝚏𝚏𝚎𝚛𝚝𝚎 𝚊̀ 𝚖𝚒𝚕𝚕𝚎 𝚛𝚎𝚐𝚊𝚛𝚍𝚜 𝚒𝚗𝚍𝚒𝚜𝚌𝚛𝚎𝚝𝚜, 𝚎́𝚝𝚛𝚊𝚗𝚐𝚎𝚛𝚜, 𝚜𝚘𝚞𝚟𝚎𝚗𝚝 𝚟𝚒𝚌𝚒𝚎𝚞𝚡, 𝚙𝚊𝚛𝚏𝚘𝚒𝚜 𝚎𝚗𝚟𝚒𝚎𝚞𝚡, 𝚊𝚜𝚜𝚞𝚛𝚎́𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚝 𝚕𝚞𝚋𝚛𝚒𝚚𝚞𝚎𝚜… 𝚃𝚎 𝚟𝚘𝚒𝚕𝚊̀ 𝚍𝚎́𝚌𝚘𝚞𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚝𝚎 𝚍𝚊𝚗𝚜 𝚝𝚎𝚜 𝚎́𝚙𝚒𝚜𝚘𝚍𝚎𝚜 𝚒𝚗𝚊𝚟𝚘𝚞𝚊𝚋𝚕𝚎𝚜, 𝚍𝚒𝚟𝚞𝚕𝚐𝚞𝚎́𝚎 𝚜𝚞𝚛 𝚕𝚊 𝚝𝚘𝚒𝚕𝚎, 𝚙𝚒𝚎́𝚐𝚎́𝚎 𝚊𝚞 𝚏𝚒𝚕 𝚍𝚎 𝚕’𝚊𝚛𝚊𝚒𝚐𝚗𝚎́𝚎, 𝚒𝚗𝚌𝚊𝚙𝚊𝚋𝚕𝚎 𝚍’𝚊𝚐𝚒𝚛…   𝚃𝚎 𝚟𝚘𝚒𝚕𝚊̀ 𝚍𝚎́𝚟𝚘𝚒𝚕𝚎́𝚎 𝚊𝚞 𝚖𝚘𝚗𝚍𝚎 𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚖𝚎 𝚜𝚒 𝚝𝚞 𝚎𝚗 𝚎́𝚝𝚊𝚒𝚜 𝚕’𝚘𝚛𝚒𝚐𝚒𝚗𝚎, 𝚍𝚎𝚖𝚎𝚞𝚛𝚊𝚗𝚝 𝚜𝚞𝚋𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚗𝚌𝚎 𝚍𝚎 𝚖𝚘𝚗 𝚒𝚗𝚜𝚙𝚒𝚛𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗, 𝚝𝚎𝚕𝚕𝚎 𝙲𝚘𝚗𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚗𝚌𝚎 𝚖𝚞𝚜𝚎 𝚍𝚎 𝙲𝚘𝚞𝚛𝚋𝚎𝚝…   𝚃𝚎 𝚟𝚘𝚒𝚕𝚊̀ 𝚎𝚖𝚙𝚘𝚛𝚝𝚎́𝚎 𝚍𝚊𝚗𝚜 𝚕’œ𝚒𝚕 𝚍𝚎 𝚖𝚘𝚗 𝚌𝚢𝚌𝚕𝚘𝚗𝚎, 𝚎́𝚙𝚛𝚘𝚞𝚟𝚎́𝚎 𝚙𝚊𝚛 𝚌𝚎 𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚜𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚒 𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚙𝚕𝚎𝚡𝚎 𝚘𝚞̀ 𝚜’𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚛𝚎𝚖𝚎̂𝚕𝚎 𝚐𝚎̂𝚗𝚎 𝚎𝚝 𝚎𝚡𝚊𝚕𝚝𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗… 𝚃𝚎 𝚟𝚘𝚒𝚕𝚊̀ 𝚍𝚘𝚗𝚌 𝚟𝚒𝚜𝚊𝚐𝚎 𝚎́𝚌𝚊𝚛𝚕𝚊𝚝𝚎, 𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚖𝚎 𝚕𝚘𝚛𝚜 𝚍𝚎 𝚌𝚎𝚜 𝚙𝚛𝚎́𝚌𝚒𝚎𝚞𝚡 𝚊𝚙𝚊𝚛𝚝𝚎́𝚜, 𝚚𝚞𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚕𝚎 𝚜𝚒𝚕𝚎𝚗𝚌𝚎 𝚎𝚜𝚝 𝚍’𝚘𝚛 𝚎𝚝 𝚚𝚞𝚎 𝚝𝚞 𝚌𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚌𝚑𝚎𝚜 𝚝𝚒𝚖𝚒𝚍𝚎𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚝 𝚊̀ 𝚏𝚞𝚒𝚛 𝚖𝚘𝚗 𝚊𝚝𝚝𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗… 𝙽𝚘𝚞𝚜 𝚢 𝚟𝚘𝚒𝚕𝚊̀, 𝚎𝚗𝚏𝚒𝚗, 𝚊̀ 𝚌𝚎 𝚖𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚝 𝚙𝚛𝚎́𝚜𝚞𝚖𝚎́, 𝚛𝚎𝚍𝚘𝚞𝚝𝚎́, 𝚊𝚝𝚝𝚎𝚗𝚍𝚞… 𝚂𝚒𝚖𝚞𝚕𝚝𝚊𝚗𝚎́𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚝 𝚊𝚌𝚝𝚎𝚞𝚛𝚜 𝚎𝚝 𝚜𝚙𝚎𝚌𝚝𝚊𝚝𝚎𝚞𝚛𝚜 𝚍𝚎 𝚖𝚘𝚗 𝚊𝚞𝚍𝚊𝚌𝚎… 𝙼𝚎 𝚟𝚘𝚒𝚕𝚊̀ 𝚖𝚘𝚒, 𝚏𝚒𝚍𝚎̀𝚕𝚎 𝚊̀ 𝚖𝚘𝚒-𝚖𝚎̂𝚖𝚎, 𝚏𝚊𝚒𝚜𝚊𝚗𝚝 𝚏𝚒 𝚍𝚎𝚜 𝚜𝚌𝚛𝚞𝚙𝚞𝚕𝚎𝚜 𝚎𝚝 𝚙𝚛𝚎́𝚝𝚎𝚡𝚝𝚊𝚗𝚝 𝚝𝚘𝚞𝚝𝚎𝚜 𝚘𝚌𝚌𝚊𝚜𝚒𝚘𝚗𝚜, 𝚞𝚗 𝚍𝚎́𝚖𝚘𝚗 𝚜𝚞𝚛 𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚚𝚞𝚎 𝚎́𝚙𝚊𝚞𝚕𝚎 𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚝𝚊𝚗𝚝 𝚝𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚊̀ 𝚝𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚖𝚘𝚗 𝚎́𝚐𝚘…   𝙼𝚎 𝚟𝚘𝚒𝚕𝚊̀ 𝚍𝚘𝚗𝚌 𝚏𝚒𝚎𝚛 𝚍𝚎 𝚖𝚘𝚒, 𝚊̀ 𝚕’𝚎́𝚟𝚒𝚍𝚎𝚗𝚌𝚎… 𝙼𝚊𝚒𝚜 𝚍’𝚊𝚟𝚊𝚗𝚝𝚊𝚐𝚎 𝚏𝚒𝚎𝚛 𝚍𝚎 𝚝𝚘𝚒, 𝚍𝚎 𝚗𝚘𝚞𝚜…   𝙱𝚒𝚎𝚗 𝚜𝚞̂𝚛 𝚖𝚎 𝚟𝚘𝚒𝚕𝚊̀ 𝚞𝚗𝚎 𝚏𝚘𝚒𝚜 𝚍𝚎 𝚙𝚕𝚞𝚜 𝚊𝚏𝚏𝚒𝚛𝚖𝚊𝚗𝚝 𝚖𝚊 𝚙𝚘𝚜𝚒𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗, 𝚛𝚎𝚗𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚌̧𝚊𝚗𝚝 𝚝𝚘𝚗 𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚝𝚞𝚝 𝚍𝚎 𝚙𝚘𝚜𝚜𝚎𝚜𝚜𝚒𝚘𝚗, 𝚛𝚎́𝚜𝚘𝚕𝚞 𝚊̀ 𝚝𝚎 𝚙𝚊𝚛𝚏𝚊𝚒𝚛𝚎 𝚙𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚕𝚎 𝚛𝚘̂𝚕𝚎 𝚚𝚞𝚒 𝚝’𝚊 𝚎́𝚝𝚎́ 𝚊𝚝𝚝𝚛𝚒𝚋𝚞𝚎́…   𝙽𝚎́𝚊𝚗𝚖𝚘𝚒𝚗𝚜 𝚖𝚎 𝚟𝚘𝚒𝚕𝚊̀ 𝚜𝚞𝚋𝚕𝚒𝚖𝚊𝚗𝚝 𝚝𝚘𝚗 𝚊𝚋𝚗𝚎́𝚐𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗, 𝚋𝚊̂𝚝𝚒𝚜𝚜𝚊𝚗𝚝 𝚙𝚒𝚎𝚛𝚛𝚎 𝚊𝚙𝚛𝚎̀𝚜 𝚙𝚒𝚎𝚛𝚛𝚎 𝚕𝚎 𝚖𝚎́𝚖𝚘𝚛𝚒𝚊𝚕 𝚍𝚎 𝚗𝚘𝚜 𝚙𝚊𝚛𝚊𝚍𝚘𝚡𝚎𝚜, 𝚎𝚗 𝚐𝚞𝚒𝚜𝚎 𝚍’𝚑𝚘𝚖𝚖𝚊𝚐𝚎 𝚊̀ 𝚝𝚘𝚗 𝚎𝚗𝚐𝚊𝚐𝚎𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚝… 𝙶𝚛𝚊𝚟𝚊𝚗𝚝 𝚍𝚊𝚗𝚜 𝚕’𝚎́𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚗𝚎𝚕, 𝚕𝚊 𝚋𝚎𝚊𝚞𝚝𝚎́ 𝚍𝚎 𝚕’𝚒𝚗𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚗𝚝 !     _____________________________________________________________________________________________________________ 𝙲𝚁𝙴́𝙳𝙸𝚃 𝙿𝙷𝙾𝚃𝙾 : 𝙻𝚎 𝚂𝚘𝚖𝚋𝚛𝚎 鐵厲 ( 𝚊𝚟𝚎𝚌 𝚕𝚊 𝚙𝚊𝚛𝚝𝚒𝚌𝚒𝚙𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗 𝚎𝚝 𝚕'𝚊𝚞𝚝𝚘𝚛𝚒𝚜𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗 𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚖𝚊𝚗𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚎 𝚍𝚎 𝚂𝚘𝚖𝚋𝚛𝚎 𝙾𝚛𝚌𝚑𝚒𝚍𝚎́𝚎 ) _____________________________________________________________________________________________________________

*( 𝚃𝚎𝚡𝚝𝚎 𝚎𝚝 𝚙𝚑𝚘𝚝𝚘 𝚍𝚊𝚝𝚊𝚗𝚝 𝚍𝚎 𝟸0𝟸𝟷, 𝚛𝚎𝚙𝚞𝚋𝚕𝚒𝚎́𝚜 𝚙𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚊𝚛𝚌𝚑𝚒𝚟𝚎 )   𝙲𝚎 𝚏𝚞𝚝 𝚞𝚗 𝚕𝚞𝚗𝚍𝚒, 𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚖𝚎 𝚊̀ 𝚕’𝚊𝚌𝚌𝚘𝚞𝚝𝚞𝚖𝚎́, 𝚊𝚞𝚡 𝚑𝚎𝚞𝚛𝚎𝚜 𝚘𝚞̀ 𝚕𝚊 𝚗𝚞𝚒𝚝 𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚜𝚜𝚎 𝚙𝚛𝚘𝚐𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚜𝚒𝚟𝚎𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚝 𝚕𝚎 𝚓𝚘𝚞𝚛, 𝚘𝚞̀ 𝚓’𝚊𝚒𝚖𝚎 𝚊̀ 𝚏𝚊𝚒𝚛𝚎 𝚖𝚊𝚒𝚗 𝚋𝚊𝚜𝚜𝚎 𝚜𝚞𝚛 𝚝𝚊 𝚍𝚎́𝚌𝚎𝚗𝚌𝚎... 𝚃𝚞 𝚎́𝚝𝚊𝚒𝚜 𝚕𝚊̀ 𝚜𝚘𝚞𝚜 𝚖𝚘𝚗 𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚝𝚛𝚘̂𝚕𝚎, 𝚋𝚎𝚕𝚕𝚎 𝚎𝚝 𝚂𝚘𝚖𝚋𝚛𝚎 𝙾𝚛𝚌𝚑𝚒𝚍𝚎́𝚎, 𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚝𝚛𝚊𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚎 𝚊̀ 𝚕’𝚒𝚖𝚖𝚘𝚋𝚒𝚕𝚒𝚝𝚎́ 𝚙𝚊𝚛 𝚕𝚎 𝚌𝚞𝚒𝚛 𝚎𝚝 𝚕’𝚊𝚌𝚒𝚎𝚛, 𝚊𝚟𝚎𝚞𝚐𝚕𝚎́𝚎 𝚙𝚊𝚛 𝚕𝚊 𝚗𝚘𝚒𝚛𝚌𝚎𝚞𝚛 𝚍𝚞 𝚟𝚎𝚕𝚘𝚞𝚛𝚜, 𝚛𝚎́𝚜𝚞𝚖𝚎́𝚎 𝚊𝚞 𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚝𝚞𝚝 𝚍’𝚘𝚏𝚏𝚛𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚎...   𝚂𝚊𝚗𝚜 𝚙𝚛𝚎́𝚖𝚎́𝚍𝚒𝚝𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗 𝚎𝚝 𝚍𝚊𝚗𝚜 𝚞𝚗 𝚎́𝚕𝚊𝚗 𝚍’𝚊𝚞𝚍𝚊𝚌𝚎 𝚒𝚗𝚎́𝚍𝚒𝚝, 𝚓𝚎 𝚍𝚎́𝚌𝚒𝚍𝚊𝚒𝚜 𝚍𝚎 𝚖𝚎 𝚜𝚊𝚒𝚜𝚒𝚛 𝚍’𝚞𝚗 𝚌𝚘𝚞𝚝𝚎𝚊𝚞, 𝚊𝚞𝚜𝚜𝚒 𝚝𝚛𝚊𝚗𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚗𝚝 𝚚𝚞𝚎 𝚕𝚎 𝚏𝚒𝚕 𝚍𝚞 𝚛𝚊𝚜𝚘𝚒𝚛 𝚜𝚞𝚛 𝚕𝚎𝚚𝚞𝚎𝚕 𝚓𝚎 𝚖𝚎 𝚙𝚕𝚊𝚒𝚜 𝚜𝚒 𝚜𝚘𝚞𝚟𝚎𝚗𝚝 𝚊̀ 𝚓𝚘𝚞𝚎𝚛 𝚕𝚎𝚜 𝚏𝚞𝚗𝚊𝚖𝚋𝚞𝚕𝚎𝚜... 𝙻𝚒𝚝𝚝𝚎́𝚛𝚊𝚕𝚎𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚝 𝚝𝚛𝚊𝚗𝚜𝚌𝚎𝚗𝚍𝚎́ 𝚓𝚎 𝚜𝚎𝚖𝚋𝚕𝚊𝚒𝚜 𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚖𝚎 𝚎𝚗𝚜𝚘𝚛𝚌𝚎𝚕𝚎́, 𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚖𝚎 𝚜𝚒 𝚙𝚊𝚛 𝚕𝚎 𝚜𝚊𝚌𝚛𝚒𝚏𝚒𝚌𝚎 𝚍𝚎 𝚝𝚊 𝚟𝚘𝚕𝚘𝚗𝚝𝚎́, 𝚓𝚎 𝚖’𝚒𝚖𝚙𝚛𝚎́𝚐𝚗𝚊𝚒𝚜 𝚍𝚎𝚜 𝚛𝚒𝚝𝚎𝚜 𝚟𝚊𝚞𝚍𝚘𝚞𝚜 𝚍𝚎 𝚝𝚎𝚜 𝚊𝚗𝚌𝚎̂𝚝𝚛𝚎𝚜...   𝚂𝚞𝚛 𝚞𝚗𝚎 𝚖𝚞𝚜𝚒𝚚𝚞𝚎* 𝚑𝚘𝚛𝚜 𝚍𝚞 𝚝𝚎𝚖𝚙𝚜, 𝚓’𝚊𝚒 𝚕𝚘𝚗𝚐𝚞𝚎𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚝 𝚕𝚊𝚒𝚜𝚜𝚎́ 𝚍𝚊𝚗𝚜𝚎𝚛 𝚌𝚎𝚝 𝚒𝚗𝚜𝚝𝚛𝚞𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚝 𝚒𝚗𝚌𝚒𝚜𝚒𝚏 𝚊𝚞𝚡 𝚚𝚞𝚊𝚝𝚛𝚎 𝚌𝚘𝚒𝚗𝚜 𝚍𝚎 𝚖𝚘𝚗 𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚛𝚒𝚝𝚘𝚒𝚛𝚎, 𝚜𝚊𝚗𝚜 𝚓𝚊𝚖𝚊𝚒𝚜 𝚝𝚎 𝚑𝚎𝚞𝚛𝚝𝚎𝚛, 𝚝’𝚎́𝚐𝚛𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚐𝚗𝚎𝚛… 𝙼𝚘𝚗 𝚜𝚘𝚞𝚟𝚎𝚗𝚒𝚛 𝚍𝚎 𝚌𝚎𝚜 𝚒𝚗𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚗𝚝𝚜 𝚎𝚜𝚝 𝚙𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚚𝚞𝚎 𝚊𝚋𝚜𝚝𝚛𝚊𝚒𝚝, 𝚝𝚊𝚗𝚝 𝚖𝚊 𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚌𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚛𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗 𝚎𝚝 𝚖𝚘𝚗 𝚒𝚖𝚙𝚕𝚒𝚌𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗 𝚍𝚊𝚗𝚜 𝚕’𝚊𝚌𝚝𝚎, 𝚘𝚗𝚝 𝚏𝚊𝚒𝚝 𝚍𝚎́𝚌𝚘𝚕𝚕𝚎𝚛 𝚖𝚘𝚗 𝚎𝚜𝚙𝚛𝚒𝚝 𝚍𝚊𝚗𝚜 𝚕𝚎𝚜 𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚏𝚒𝚗𝚜 𝚍𝚎 𝚕’𝚞𝚗𝚒𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚜 𝚒𝚗𝚎𝚡𝚙𝚕𝚘𝚛𝚎́...   𝙽𝚎́𝚊𝚗𝚖𝚘𝚒𝚗𝚜, 𝚓𝚎 𝚐𝚊𝚛𝚍𝚎 𝚞𝚗𝚎 𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚌𝚎𝚙𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗 𝚝𝚛𝚎̀𝚜 𝚙𝚛𝚎́𝚌𝚒𝚜𝚎 𝚍𝚞 𝚖𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚝 𝚘𝚞̀ 𝚓’𝚊𝚒 𝚊𝚛𝚛𝚎̂𝚝𝚎́ 𝚕𝚊 𝚕𝚊𝚖𝚎 𝚜𝚞𝚛 𝚕𝚊 𝚙𝚘𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚎 𝚍’𝚞𝚗 𝚍𝚎 𝚝𝚎𝚜 𝚜𝚎𝚒𝚗, 𝚊𝚕𝚘𝚛𝚜 𝚚𝚞𝚎 𝚖𝚘𝚗 𝚊𝚞𝚝𝚛𝚎 𝚖𝚊𝚒𝚗 𝚝’𝚎𝚖𝚙𝚘𝚒𝚐𝚗𝚊𝚒𝚝 𝚊̀ 𝚕𝚊 𝚐𝚘𝚛𝚐𝚎... 𝙴𝚡𝚎𝚛𝚌̧𝚊𝚗𝚝 𝚍𝚎 𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚚𝚞𝚎 𝚌𝚘̂𝚝𝚎́, 𝚞𝚗𝚎 𝚙𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚜𝚒𝚘𝚗 𝚖𝚊𝚒̂𝚝𝚛𝚒𝚜𝚎́𝚎 𝚖𝚊𝚒𝚜 𝚟𝚘𝚕𝚘𝚗𝚝𝚊𝚒𝚛𝚎𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚝 𝚊̀ 𝚕𝚊 𝚕𝚒𝚖𝚒𝚝𝚎 𝚍𝚎 𝚕’𝚊𝚌𝚌𝚎𝚙𝚝𝚊𝚋𝚕𝚎…   𝙲’𝚎𝚜𝚝 𝚕𝚊̀ 𝚚𝚞𝚎 𝚓’𝚊𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚌̧𝚞𝚎 𝚝𝚎𝚜 𝚕𝚎̀𝚟𝚛𝚎𝚜 𝚋𝚘𝚞𝚐𝚎𝚛, 𝚍’𝚊𝚋𝚘𝚛𝚍 𝚞𝚗𝚎 𝚋𝚛𝚎̀𝚟𝚎 𝚛𝚎𝚝𝚎𝚗𝚞𝚎 𝚍𝚊𝚗𝚜 𝚝𝚊 𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚙𝚒𝚛𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗, 𝚎́𝚟𝚘𝚚𝚞𝚊𝚗𝚝 𝚞𝚗𝚎 𝚌𝚎𝚛𝚝𝚊𝚒𝚗𝚎 𝚌𝚛𝚊𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚎, 𝚙𝚞𝚒𝚜 𝚝𝚛𝚎̀𝚜 𝚟𝚒𝚝𝚎, 𝚙𝚛𝚒𝚜 𝚕𝚎 𝚍𝚎𝚜𝚜𝚞𝚜 𝚞𝚗 𝚕𝚎́𝚐𝚎𝚛 𝚜𝚘𝚞𝚛𝚒𝚛𝚎 𝚚𝚞𝚒 𝚜𝚎 𝚟𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚊𝚒𝚝 𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚏𝚒𝚊𝚗𝚝 𝚎𝚝 𝚜𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚜𝚏𝚊𝚒𝚝... 𝙳𝚊𝚗𝚜 𝚌𝚎𝚝𝚝𝚎 𝚝𝚒𝚖𝚒𝚍𝚎 𝚎𝚡𝚙𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚜𝚒𝚘𝚗 𝚍𝚎 𝚝𝚘𝚗 𝚎𝚡𝚊𝚕𝚝𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗, 𝚝𝚞 𝚕𝚊𝚒𝚜𝚜𝚊𝚜 𝚜’𝚎́𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚙𝚙𝚎𝚛 𝚞𝚗 𝚜𝚘𝚞𝚏𝚏𝚕𝚎 𝚙𝚊𝚛𝚝𝚒𝚌𝚞𝚕𝚒𝚎𝚛, 𝚚𝚞𝚒 𝚙𝚛𝚒𝚝 𝚕𝚊 𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚖𝚎 𝚍’𝚞𝚗𝚎 𝚘𝚗𝚘𝚖𝚊𝚝𝚘𝚙𝚎́𝚎 𝚎́𝚝𝚘𝚞𝚏𝚏𝚎́𝚎, 𝚎𝚖𝚙𝚛𝚎𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚎 𝚍’𝚞𝚗 𝚙𝚕𝚊𝚒𝚜𝚒𝚛 𝚒𝚗𝚍𝚎𝚜𝚌𝚛𝚒𝚙𝚝𝚒𝚋𝚕𝚎...   𝙲𝚎 𝚜𝚘𝚞𝚏𝚏𝚕𝚎, 𝚌𝚎 𝚖𝚒𝚖𝚒𝚚𝚞𝚎 𝚜𝚒 𝚜𝚙𝚎́𝚌𝚒𝚏𝚒𝚚𝚞𝚎 𝚎𝚝 𝚕𝚊 𝚜𝚘𝚗𝚘𝚛𝚒𝚝𝚎́ 𝚚𝚞𝚒 𝚕’𝚊𝚌𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚙𝚊𝚐𝚗𝚊, 𝚜𝚘𝚗𝚝 𝚊̀ 𝚖𝚎𝚜 𝚢𝚎𝚞𝚡 𝚕'𝚎𝚡𝚙𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚜𝚒𝚘𝚗 𝚖𝚎̂𝚖𝚎 𝚍𝚎 𝚕𝚊 𝚜𝚎𝚗𝚜𝚞𝚊𝚕𝚒𝚝𝚎́... 𝙲’𝚎𝚜𝚝 𝚙𝚊𝚛 𝚌𝚎𝚝𝚝𝚎 𝚖𝚎̂𝚖𝚎 𝚜𝚎𝚗𝚜𝚞𝚊𝚕𝚒𝚝𝚎́, 𝚊𝚞𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚒𝚚𝚞𝚎 𝚎𝚝 𝚙𝚕𝚎𝚒𝚗𝚎 𝚍𝚎 𝚙𝚊𝚛𝚊𝚍𝚘𝚡𝚎𝚜, 𝚚𝚞𝚎 𝚋𝚒𝚎𝚗 𝚜𝚘𝚞𝚟𝚎𝚗𝚝, 𝚝𝚞 𝚎́𝚌𝚕𝚊𝚒𝚛𝚎𝚜 𝚖𝚎𝚜 𝚝𝚎́𝚗𝚎̀𝚋𝚛𝚎𝚜 𝚎𝚝 𝚍𝚎𝚟𝚒𝚎𝚗𝚜 𝚕𝚞𝚎𝚞𝚛 𝚊𝚞 𝚖𝚒𝚕𝚒𝚎𝚞 𝚍𝚎 𝚖𝚘𝚗 𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚘𝚜… 𝙳𝚘𝚗𝚗𝚊𝚗𝚝 𝚜𝚎𝚗𝚜 𝚎𝚝 𝚋𝚎𝚊𝚞𝚝𝚎́ 𝚊̀ 𝚗𝚘𝚜 𝚏𝚘𝚕𝚒𝚎𝚜…     _____________________________________________________________________________________________________________ *𝚂𝙾𝚄𝙽𝙳𝚃𝚁𝙰𝙲𝙺 : ▶ 𝙱𝚛𝚒𝚊𝚗 𝙴𝚗𝚘 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝙹𝚘𝚑𝚗 𝙷𝚊𝚜𝚜𝚎𝚕𝚕 - 𝙿𝚘𝚜𝚜𝚒𝚋𝚕𝚎 𝙼𝚞𝚜𝚒𝚌𝚜📻 _____________________________________________________________________________________________________________ 𝙲𝚁𝙴𝙳𝙸𝚃 𝙿𝙷𝙾𝚃𝙾 : 𝙻𝚎 𝚂𝚘𝚖𝚋𝚛𝚎 鐵厲 ( 𝚊𝚟𝚎𝚌 𝚕𝚊 𝚙𝚊𝚛𝚝𝚒𝚌𝚒𝚙𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗 𝚎𝚝 𝚕'𝚊𝚞𝚝𝚘𝚛𝚒𝚜𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗 𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚖𝚊𝚗𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚎 𝚍𝚎 𝚂𝚘𝚖𝚋𝚛𝚎 𝙾𝚛𝚌𝚑𝚒𝚍𝚎́𝚎 ) _____________________________________________________________________________________________________________

  𝙿𝚊𝚛𝚏𝚘𝚒𝚜, 𝚚𝚞𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚜𝚎 𝚛𝚎𝚝𝚛𝚘𝚞𝚟𝚎𝚗𝚝 𝚍𝚎𝚞𝚡 𝚊̂𝚖𝚎𝚜 𝚎𝚛𝚛𝚊𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚜 𝚍𝚊𝚗𝚜 𝚕𝚎𝚜 𝚖𝚒𝚕𝚕𝚎 𝚝𝚎𝚖𝚙𝚜 𝚍𝚎𝚜 𝚎𝚡𝚒𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚗𝚌𝚎𝚜, 𝚖𝚎̂𝚖𝚎 𝚊̀ 𝚝𝚛𝚊𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚜 𝚕𝚊 𝚍𝚎́𝚌𝚊𝚍𝚊𝚗𝚜𝚎 𝚍'𝚞𝚗𝚎 𝚟𝚊𝚕𝚜𝚎, 𝚌𝚎𝚕𝚊 𝚙𝚎𝚞𝚝 𝚜’𝚊𝚟𝚎́𝚛𝚎𝚛 𝚋𝚒𝚎𝚗 𝚙𝚕𝚞𝚜 𝚚𝚞’𝚞𝚗𝚎 𝚘𝚛𝚌𝚑𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚛𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗 𝚍𝚎𝚜 𝚟𝚒𝚌𝚎𝚜…   𝙻𝚎 𝚓𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚘𝚞̀ 𝚗𝚘𝚞𝚜 𝚊𝚟𝚘𝚗𝚜 𝚏𝚒𝚗𝚊𝚕𝚎𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚝 𝚎́𝚝𝚎́ 𝚛𝚎́𝚞𝚗𝚒𝚜, 𝚌’𝚎́𝚝𝚊𝚒𝚝 𝚍𝚎́𝚓𝚊̀ 𝚋𝚒𝚎𝚗 𝚙𝚕𝚞𝚜 𝚚𝚞’𝚞𝚗𝚎 𝚜𝚒𝚖𝚙𝚕𝚎 𝚐𝚛𝚒𝚕𝚕𝚎 𝚍’𝚊𝚌𝚌𝚘𝚛𝚍𝚜 𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚜… 𝙽𝚘𝚞𝚜 𝚊𝚟𝚒𝚘𝚗𝚜 𝚍𝚎̀𝚜 𝚕𝚘𝚛𝚜, 𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚙𝚘𝚜𝚎́ 𝚕'𝚎́𝚋𝚊𝚞𝚌𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚢𝚖𝚙𝚑𝚘𝚗𝚒𝚚𝚞𝚎 𝚍’𝚞𝚗 𝚗𝚘𝚞𝚟𝚎𝚊𝚞 𝚖𝚘𝚗𝚍𝚎…   𝚄𝚗𝚎 𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚛𝚎 𝚙𝚛𝚘𝚖𝚒𝚜𝚎 𝚊̀ 𝚌𝚎𝚞𝚡 𝚚𝚞𝚒 𝚗’𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚗𝚍𝚊𝚒𝚎𝚗𝚝 𝚙𝚕𝚞𝚜 𝚕𝚊 𝚝𝚘𝚗𝚊𝚕𝚒𝚝𝚎́ 𝚍𝚎 𝚕’𝚎𝚜𝚙𝚘𝚒𝚛, 𝚞𝚗𝚎 𝚙𝚊𝚛𝚝𝚒𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗 𝚜𝚞𝚛 𝚕𝚊𝚚𝚞𝚎𝚕𝚕𝚎 𝚗𝚘𝚞𝚜 𝚊𝚟𝚘𝚗𝚜 𝚙𝚕𝚊𝚌𝚎́ 𝚕’𝚎𝚗𝚜𝚎𝚖𝚋𝚕𝚎 𝚍𝚎 𝚗𝚘𝚜 𝚗𝚘𝚝𝚎𝚜, 𝚓𝚞𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚜 𝚘𝚞 𝚏𝚊𝚞𝚜𝚜𝚎𝚜, 𝚙𝚛𝚎́𝚜𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚜 𝚎𝚝 𝚙𝚊𝚜𝚜𝚎́𝚎𝚜… 𝙲𝚊𝚛 𝚗𝚘𝚞𝚜 𝚜𝚘𝚖𝚖𝚎𝚜 𝚊𝚟𝚊𝚗𝚝 𝚝𝚘𝚞𝚝, 𝚟𝚒𝚟𝚊𝚗𝚝𝚜… 𝙰𝚟𝚊𝚗𝚝 𝚝𝚘𝚞𝚝, 𝚍𝚎𝚜 𝚎̂𝚝𝚛𝚎𝚜 𝚊𝚢𝚊𝚗𝚝 𝚟𝚎́𝚌𝚞… 𝚄𝚗𝚎 𝚖𝚎́𝚕𝚘𝚍𝚒𝚎 𝚏𝚊𝚖𝚒𝚕𝚒𝚎̀𝚛𝚎, 𝚊𝚞𝚡 𝚍𝚒𝚜𝚜𝚘𝚗𝚊𝚗𝚌𝚎𝚜 𝚏𝚊𝚖𝚒𝚕𝚒𝚊𝚕𝚎𝚜, 𝚍𝚞 𝚏𝚊𝚒𝚝 𝚍𝚎 𝚗𝚘𝚜 𝚙𝚛𝚘𝚐𝚎́𝚗𝚒𝚝𝚞𝚛𝚎𝚜 𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚙𝚎𝚌𝚝𝚒𝚟𝚎𝚜 𝚎𝚝 𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚛𝚊𝚝𝚎𝚜…   𝙲𝚘𝚗𝚜𝚎́𝚚𝚞𝚎𝚗𝚌𝚎 𝚍𝚎 𝚌𝚎𝚝𝚝𝚎 𝚛𝚎́𝚜𝚘𝚗𝚊𝚗𝚌𝚎 𝚑𝚊𝚛𝚖𝚘𝚗𝚒𝚎𝚞𝚜𝚎, 𝚕𝚊 𝚙𝚛𝚎𝚖𝚒𝚎̀𝚛𝚎 𝚏𝚘𝚒𝚜 𝚘𝚞̀ 𝚝𝚞 𝚙𝚘𝚜𝚊𝚜 𝚌𝚑𝚎𝚣 𝚖𝚘𝚒 𝚝𝚎𝚜 𝚘𝚗𝚍𝚎𝚜 𝚏𝚊𝚟𝚘𝚛𝚊𝚋𝚕𝚎𝚜, 𝚝𝚞 𝚖'𝚊𝚜 𝚊𝚙𝚙𝚘𝚛𝚝𝚎́ 𝚍𝚎𝚜 𝚋𝚘𝚗𝚋𝚘𝚗𝚜… 𝚃𝚘𝚞𝚝𝚎𝚜 𝚜𝚘𝚛𝚝𝚎𝚜 𝚍𝚎 𝚋𝚘𝚗𝚋𝚘𝚗𝚜… 𝙿𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚕𝚎𝚜 𝚎𝚗𝚏𝚊𝚗𝚝𝚜, 𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚛𝚎 𝚊𝚞𝚝𝚛𝚎𝚜… 𝙴𝚝 𝚍'𝚊𝚞𝚝𝚛𝚎𝚜, 𝚚𝚞𝚒 𝚖'𝚎́𝚝𝚊𝚒𝚎𝚗𝚝 𝚜𝚙𝚎́𝚌𝚒𝚊𝚕𝚎𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚝 𝚍𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚎́𝚜… 𝙳𝚎𝚞𝚡 𝚍𝚎́𝚕𝚒𝚌𝚒𝚎𝚞𝚜𝚎𝚜 𝚍𝚛𝚊𝚐𝚎́𝚎𝚜 !   “𝙼𝚎𝚜” 𝚍𝚛𝚊𝚐𝚎́𝚎𝚜… 𝙼𝚎𝚜 𝚋𝚘𝚗𝚋𝚘𝚗𝚜 𝚍𝚎𝚙𝚞𝚒𝚜 𝚌𝚎 𝚓𝚘𝚞𝚛… 𝙳𝚎𝚜 𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚒𝚝𝚎́𝚜 𝚒𝚗𝚍𝚎́𝚙𝚎𝚗𝚍𝚊𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚜 𝚍𝚎 𝚝𝚊 𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚜𝚘𝚗𝚗𝚎, 𝚊̀ 𝚕'𝚒𝚗𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚛 𝚍𝚎 𝚝𝚎𝚜 𝚏𝚛𝚞𝚒𝚝𝚜 𝚜𝚞𝚌𝚛𝚎́𝚜, 𝚝𝚊𝚗𝚝 𝚓𝚎 𝚝'𝚎𝚗 𝚊𝚒 𝚍𝚎́𝚙𝚘𝚜𝚜𝚎́𝚍𝚎́𝚎 𝚙𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚚𝚞'𝚒𝚕𝚜 𝚍𝚎𝚟𝚒𝚎𝚗𝚗𝚎𝚗𝚝, 𝚖𝚎𝚜 𝚙𝚛𝚎́𝚌𝚒𝚎𝚞𝚡 𝚋𝚒𝚎𝚗𝚜…   𝙼𝚎𝚜 𝚋𝚘𝚗𝚋𝚘𝚗𝚜 𝚚𝚞𝚒 𝚜𝚞𝚜𝚌𝚒𝚝𝚎𝚗𝚝 𝚕𝚎 𝚖𝚊𝚗𝚚𝚞𝚎, 𝚚𝚞𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚝𝚞 𝚖𝚎 𝚖𝚊𝚗𝚚𝚞𝚎𝚜… 𝚀𝚞𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚍𝚎 𝚖𝚘𝚒 𝚝𝚞 𝚎𝚜 𝚕𝚘𝚒𝚗… 𝙼𝚎𝚜 𝚋𝚘𝚗𝚋𝚘𝚗𝚜 𝚚𝚞𝚒 𝚜𝚞𝚜𝚌𝚒𝚝𝚎𝚗𝚝 𝚕'𝚊𝚍𝚍𝚒𝚌𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗... 𝙲𝚎𝚜 𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚏𝚒𝚜𝚎𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚜 𝚚𝚞𝚒 𝚖'𝚘𝚋𝚜𝚎̀𝚍𝚎𝚗𝚝, 𝚚𝚞𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚕𝚊 𝚕𝚘𝚗𝚐𝚞𝚎𝚞𝚛 𝚍𝚎𝚜 𝚖𝚎𝚜𝚞𝚛𝚎𝚜 𝚖𝚎 𝚙𝚛𝚒𝚟𝚎 𝚍𝚎 𝚕’𝚊𝚌𝚌𝚎̀𝚜 𝚙𝚛𝚒𝚟𝚒𝚕𝚎́𝚐𝚒𝚎́ 𝚊̀ 𝚖𝚎𝚜 𝚏𝚛𝚒𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚒𝚜𝚎𝚜… 𝙹'𝚎𝚗 𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚍𝚜 𝚖𝚘𝚗 𝚛𝚢𝚝𝚑𝚖𝚎, 𝚕𝚊 𝚋𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝚊𝚞𝚡 𝚕𝚎̀𝚟𝚛𝚎𝚜, 𝚚𝚞𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚙𝚊𝚛 𝚎́𝚌𝚛𝚊𝚗𝚜 𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚙𝚘𝚜𝚎́𝚜, 𝚍𝚊𝚗𝚜 𝚕𝚎𝚜 𝚎́𝚕𝚊𝚗𝚜 𝚍’𝚞𝚗 𝚎𝚡𝚑𝚒𝚋𝚒𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗𝚗𝚒𝚜𝚖𝚎 𝚗𝚊𝚒𝚜𝚜𝚊𝚗𝚝 𝚎𝚝 𝚜𝚊𝚍𝚒𝚚𝚞𝚎, 𝚝𝚞 𝚍𝚎́𝚜𝚝𝚛𝚞𝚌𝚝𝚞𝚛𝚎𝚜 𝚝𝚊 𝚙𝚞𝚍𝚎𝚞𝚛, 𝚎𝚝 𝚝𝚞 𝚗𝚎 𝚌𝚎𝚜𝚜𝚎𝚜 𝚍'𝚊𝚝𝚝𝚒𝚜𝚎𝚛 𝚕𝚎 𝚏𝚎́𝚛𝚘𝚌𝚎 𝚍𝚎 𝚖𝚊 𝚐𝚘𝚞𝚛𝚖𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚒𝚜𝚎…   𝙸𝚕𝚜 𝚖𝚎 𝚖𝚊𝚗𝚚𝚞𝚎𝚗𝚝, 𝚚𝚞𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚝𝚞 𝚖𝚎 𝚖𝚊𝚗𝚚𝚞𝚎𝚜... 𝙼𝚎𝚜 𝚋𝚘𝚗𝚋𝚘𝚗𝚜…   𝙻𝚎𝚞𝚛 𝚝𝚎𝚡𝚝𝚞𝚛𝚎 𝚍𝚎́𝚕𝚒𝚌𝚊𝚝𝚎 𝚎𝚝 𝚐𝚛𝚊𝚗𝚞𝚕𝚎𝚞𝚜𝚎... 𝙻𝚎𝚞𝚛 𝚊𝚖𝚙𝚕𝚎𝚞𝚛 𝚎𝚡𝚝𝚛𝚊𝚟𝚊𝚐𝚊𝚗𝚝𝚎, 𝚚𝚞𝚒 𝚛𝚎𝚗𝚍 𝚒𝚗𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚌𝚎𝚟𝚊𝚋𝚕𝚎 𝚝𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚎́𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚙𝚙𝚊𝚝𝚘𝚒𝚛𝚎 𝚊̀ 𝚖𝚎𝚜 𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗𝚜…   𝙼𝚎𝚜 𝚋𝚘𝚗𝚋𝚘𝚗𝚜 𝚜𝚞𝚌𝚌𝚞𝚕𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚜…   𝙻𝚎𝚞𝚛 𝚝𝚎𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚎 𝚛𝚘𝚜𝚎́𝚎… 𝙻𝚎𝚞𝚛𝚜 𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚝𝚘𝚞𝚛𝚜 𝚎𝚗𝚛𝚘𝚋𝚎́𝚜 𝚍'𝚞𝚗𝚎 𝚌𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚎𝚞𝚛 𝚌𝚊𝚏𝚎́, 𝚚𝚞𝚎 𝚓’𝚊𝚒𝚖𝚎 𝚊𝚐𝚛𝚎́𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚍𝚎 𝚖𝚘𝚗 𝚕𝚊𝚒𝚝…   𝙼𝚎𝚜 𝚋𝚘𝚗𝚋𝚘𝚗𝚜… 𝙻𝚎𝚜 𝚖𝚒𝚎𝚗𝚜 !   𝙻𝚎𝚞𝚛 𝚍𝚘𝚞𝚌𝚎𝚞𝚛 𝚟𝚎𝚕𝚘𝚞𝚝𝚎́𝚎... 𝙻𝚎𝚞𝚛 𝚐𝚘𝚞̂𝚝 𝚍𝚎 𝚖𝚒𝚎𝚕 𝚍𝚊𝚗𝚜 𝚖𝚊 𝚋𝚘𝚞𝚌𝚑𝚎, 𝚚𝚞𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚝𝚎𝚕 𝚞𝚗 𝚋𝚊𝚖𝚋𝚒𝚗 𝚊𝚏𝚏𝚊𝚖𝚎́, 𝚓𝚎 𝚕𝚎𝚜 𝚍𝚎́𝚟𝚘𝚛𝚎 𝚐𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚞̂𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚝…   𝙼𝚎𝚜 𝚋𝚘𝚗𝚋𝚘𝚗𝚜 𝚒𝚗𝚍𝚎́𝚌𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚜…   𝙻𝚎𝚞𝚛 𝚝𝚎𝚗𝚍𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚜𝚎 𝚒𝚗𝚗𝚘𝚌𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚎 𝚊𝚞 𝚛𝚎𝚙𝚘𝚜, 𝚚𝚞𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚒𝚕𝚜 𝚗’𝚘𝚗𝚝 𝚙𝚊𝚜 𝚎𝚗𝚌𝚘𝚛𝚎 𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚜𝚌𝚒𝚎𝚗𝚌𝚎 𝚍𝚎 𝚖𝚊 𝚙𝚛𝚘𝚡𝚒𝚖𝚒𝚝𝚎́…   𝙻𝚎𝚞𝚛 𝚏𝚎𝚛𝚖𝚎𝚝𝚎́, 𝚚𝚞𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚊𝚞 𝚌œ𝚞𝚛 𝚍𝚎 𝚕𝚊 𝚗𝚞𝚒𝚝 𝚓𝚎 𝚕𝚎𝚜 𝚎́𝚟𝚎𝚒𝚕𝚕𝚎, 𝚍’𝚞𝚗 𝚐𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚎 𝚏𝚞𝚛𝚝𝚒𝚏 𝚎𝚝 𝚜𝚘𝚞𝚛𝚗𝚘𝚒𝚜, 𝚎𝚝 𝚚𝚞𝚎 𝚝𝚞 𝚗𝚎 𝚙𝚎𝚞𝚡 𝚙𝚕𝚞𝚜 𝚏𝚞𝚒𝚛 𝚖𝚘𝚗 𝚍𝚎́𝚜𝚒𝚛…   𝙼𝚎𝚜 𝚙𝚞𝚝𝚊𝚒𝚗𝚜 𝚍𝚎 𝚋𝚘𝚗𝚋𝚘𝚗𝚜... 𝙸𝚕𝚜 𝚖𝚎 𝚖𝚊𝚗𝚚𝚞𝚎𝚗𝚝, 𝚚𝚞𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚝𝚞 𝚖𝚎 𝚖𝚊𝚗𝚚𝚞𝚎𝚜… 𝙲𝚘𝚖𝚖𝚎 𝚝𝚘𝚗 𝚛𝚎𝚐𝚊𝚛𝚍 𝚖𝚎 𝚖𝚊𝚗𝚚𝚞𝚎…   𝚃𝚘𝚗 𝚛𝚎𝚐𝚊𝚛𝚍 𝚗𝚞𝚊𝚗𝚌𝚎́ 𝚍𝚊𝚗𝚜 𝚕𝚎 𝚖𝚒𝚎𝚗, 𝚘𝚜𝚌𝚒𝚕𝚕𝚊𝚗𝚝 𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚛𝚎 𝚕'𝚎𝚏𝚏𝚛𝚘𝚒 𝚎𝚝 𝚕'𝚒𝚗𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚝𝚛𝚘̂𝚕𝚊𝚋𝚕𝚎 𝚊𝚝𝚝𝚛𝚊𝚌𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗, 𝚚𝚞𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚓𝚎 𝚕𝚎𝚜 𝚝𝚘𝚛𝚝𝚞𝚛𝚎 𝚊𝚟𝚎𝚌 𝚌𝚢𝚗𝚒𝚜𝚖𝚎 𝚎𝚝 𝚌𝚛𝚞𝚊𝚞𝚝𝚎́... 𝙼𝚎𝚜 𝚋𝚘𝚗𝚋𝚘𝚗𝚜 !   𝙸𝚕𝚜 𝚜𝚘𝚗𝚝 𝚖𝚒𝚎𝚗𝚜... 𝙴𝚝 𝚒𝚕𝚜 𝚖𝚎 𝚖𝚊𝚗𝚚𝚞𝚎𝚗𝚝, 𝚚𝚞𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚝𝚞 𝚖𝚎 𝚖𝚊𝚗𝚚𝚞𝚎𝚜… 𝙼𝚢 𝚐𝚘𝚘𝚍 𝚐𝚒𝚛𝚕...   𝙼𝚢 𝚋𝚊𝚋𝚢 𝚙𝚘𝚙...   𝚂𝚘 𝚗𝚘𝚠, 𝚕𝚎𝚝 𝚖𝚎 𝚝𝚊𝚔𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞... 𝚃𝚘 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚌𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚢 𝚜𝚑𝚘𝚙… 𝚃𝚑𝚎𝚗 𝙸'𝚕𝚕 𝚕𝚎𝚝 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚕𝚒𝚌𝚔... 𝚈𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚕𝚘𝚕𝚕𝚢𝚙𝚘𝚙 !     _____________________________________________________________ 𝙸𝙽𝚂𝙿𝙸𝚁𝙰𝚃𝙸𝙾𝙽𝚂 𝙼𝚄𝚂𝙸𝙲𝙰𝙻𝙴𝚂 :   𝙹𝚊𝚌𝚚𝚞𝚎𝚜 𝙱𝚛𝚎𝚕  ▶ 𝙻𝚊 𝚟𝚊𝚕𝚜𝚎 𝚊̀ 𝚖𝚒𝚕𝚕𝚎 𝚝𝚎𝚖𝚙𝚜📻 ▶ 𝙻𝚎𝚜 𝚋𝚘𝚗𝚋𝚘𝚗𝚜📻   𝚂𝚎𝚛𝚐𝚎 𝙶𝚊𝚒𝚗𝚜𝚋𝚘𝚞𝚛𝚐  ▶ 𝙻𝚊 𝚍𝚎́𝚌𝚊𝚍𝚊𝚗𝚜𝚎📻 ▶ 𝙲𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚎𝚞𝚛 𝚌𝚊𝚏𝚎́📻   𝙰𝚗𝚝𝚘𝚗𝚒́𝚗 𝙳𝚟𝚘𝚛̌𝚊́𝚔  ▶ 𝚂𝚢𝚖𝚙𝚑𝚘𝚗𝚒𝚎 𝚍𝚞 𝚗𝚘𝚞𝚟𝚎𝚊𝚞 𝚖𝚘𝚗𝚍𝚎📻   𝙵𝚛𝚊𝚗𝚌𝚎 𝙶𝚊𝚕𝚕  ▶ 𝙱𝚊𝚋𝚢 𝙿𝚘𝚙📻   𝟻0 𝙲𝚎𝚗𝚝  ▶ 𝙲𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚢 𝚂𝚑𝚘𝚙📻 _____________________________________________________________ 𝙲𝚁𝙴𝙳𝙸𝚃 𝙿𝙷𝙾𝚃𝙾 : 𝙶𝚘𝚘𝚍 𝙶𝚒𝚛𝚕 佩玲 🍬🍬 _____________________________________________________________