【室蘭街歩き】シャクシャインの乱でアイヌの蜂起軍が攻め上った絵鞆町

【室蘭街歩き】シャクシャインの乱でアイヌの蜂起軍が攻め上った絵鞆町

Your smile is like a melody dancing softly over me. Every laugh a gentle swing. Still I feel the ache it brings. Love’s a game of highs and lows. Sweet embrace and letting go. Holding tight, yet I still fear. What if silence lingers here? I try to keep the rhythm strong, but the harmony feels gone. Love is shining, bittersweet. Every step is incomplete. I can’t deny the joy, the pain. It’s a song I can’t refrain. Moments fade like fading light. Tender touch then restless nights. Every kiss of promise new yet it trembles just like blue. I try to turn the sorrow around. Find the beauty in the sound. Love is shining bittersweet. Every note is so unique. I can’t deny the joy ache. It’s a tune I still can’t fake. Trumpets cry, the shadows play. Still I chase the brighter day. Even when my heart feels torn, I believe in love reborn. Love is shining bitter sweet. Every heartbeat skips the beat. I can’t deny the tears, the glow. It’s the only song I know. The love is shining, bittersweet. Every trial makes it complete. I can’t deny the joy, the pain. I will sing it once again. I will sing it once again. The walls don’t echo back my name. They just listen while I pace. My heels trace truth across the floor in a world that won’t erase. No shield, no crown, no easy grace. But I’ve learned the art of staying still. When silence dares to twist the facts, I fight with iron will threads unravel. But I need only I can hold. I draw my lines in the sand when no one else would stand. Not for pride, not for fame, but to carry someone’s name. The wind may blur the edge, but I won’t leave the pledge. I’ve carved with open head. I draw my lines in the sand. Their whispers try to dim the light, but I don’t stor. Still I’ve kept my fire warm. Not every bleed, but I still draw my lines in the sand with more than they demand. Not for show, not to be seen, but for all that lies between. Those shadows pull me back. I stay along the track where truth and trial expand. I draw my lines in the sand. Ohoo. They never see the weight I bear. cost of every choice. But I’ve grown louder than the noise without ever raising my voice. I draw my lines in the sand where silence dares to stand for the ones who can’t reply. I lift their unheard cry not broken just refined by every test I find. I hold the flame unplanned. I draw my lines in the sand. Ooh. I draw my lines in the sand. Not for mercy, not for command, but to show what strength becomes. When the world beats like drums, even when the tide rise, I’ll return to reignite each truth I understand. I draw my lines in the sand. Oh. Cafe windows fog with dreams. Crosswalk lights are blinking streams. My shoes tap along the painted lines. Wonder if you’re somewhere in my sight. Taxi horns hum a lazy tune. Billboards glowing past the noon. Every corner feels a little bright. Like the city knows you’re in my sight. And it’s not about the crowds or the view. It’s the tiny things that pull me to you. Like a paper heart in a busy street. You make the noise feel soft and sweet. Every step turns into a dance. When the day gives me that chance, window glass catching all the rain. Raindrops draw your name again. Umbrella tilt and the world feels small, yet somehow you’re above it all. Maybe it’s the way you catch my eyes. In between the clouds and city skies, like a paper heart in a busy street. You make the rain taste soft and sweet. Every step turns into a dance. When the weather gives us that chance and the trains keep on running through the frames of our day, but your smile keeps me standing. When the city sways my way, like a paper heart in a busy street, you make the noise feel soft and sweet. Every turn feels like a glance, like the whole town’s in our dance, like a paper heart in a busy street. You make the rain taste soft and sweet. Every breath a little romance. And the city just gives us that chance. Laughter spilled on paper fans. Chalk white skies and barefoot plans. Mom’s voice calling down the hill. Watermelons cut to chill. Lantern suede with cotton breeze. Secret forts beneath the trees. Sisters dancing in the rain. Echo that still know my name. Every frame of world that stays edged in songs. The ocean place title like come back to me where we ran wild free holding hands in broken time. You were yours and I was mine. Summer held us like a flow. Can you feel it even now? Ice cream lips and tangled hair. Wishes folded in the air. Your hand trembling next to mine. First we never meant to find words we whispered in disguise still flicker in July. Title light don’t slip away. Stay beneath my skin today on the dock. The world stood still. Hearts in motion soft and real. Summer burn without regret. But we’re not done yet. Time may sweep the footprints, but I still hear you drawing near in every light. In heat waves singing through the night, you warming pieces up. Even if we’ve come so far, I still know where those moments are. Waves can take but they return. What we lost and what we

#シャクシャインの乱#北海道#室蘭市#街歩き

北海道室蘭市絵鞆町の街歩きです。
ここ絵鞆町は和人とアイヌの人たちとの争いの歴史がありました。
1669年に起きたシャクシャインの乱では、アイヌの蜂起軍が白糠町辺りから攻め上った所です。
また、1789年に起きたクナシリ・メシリの乱では、和人の鎮圧軍出発の基地となりました。
絵鞆町はそんな歴史の地でもあります。
　2025年10月3日撮影

画像 Google Earth
　https://www.google.co.jp/earth/
動画中説明
　むろらん百年
　　室蘭市
挿入曲 Particle-Music
　https://particle-music.com/
　　Bittersweet
　　Sand-Lines
　　Paper-Heart-Street
　　Tide-of-Light