彼は誰時

かわたれどきのその夕闇を縫い乍ら、落人たちは、シャン、シャンと鈴の音を忍ばせてすべり出るように京の町へ出ていった。

As 彼は誰時 broke, the eastern sky turned a soft pink, chasing away the last vestiges of night.

Birds began to chirp their morning songs, heralding the arrival of 彼は誰時.

He watched from his window as the town slowly came to life in the pale light of 彼は誰時.

The air at 彼は誰時 was cool and still, carrying the scent of dew-kissed earth.