찻집에서는 이토 난민에 대해 불만이 많군요...

Twas a sight to see, the sunlight falling lightly on the sandstone walls of Trinsic pon a morning in spring.

Children ran along the parapets and walkways, their laughter and running providing music to the daybreak, despite their oft-ragged clothing.

And I was one of those young ones, letting my joy rise up to the skies.


Little did we all know of the darker days that would lie ahead, for we were too young.