夕照-SEKISHOU

The evening light fell to the mountain side, the desire to purple at first, I felt as if I was refreshing I felt drunk, I separated my fingers across the shore Sunset went down the mountain and the ridge line began to turn purple. I want a cup of drink at the beautiful evening, I hear the fisherman's voice shouting to return soon. I recited the sunset glow of Esashi boasting the best in Japan. The poetry is "山気日夕佳"