His tongue runs on.
彼はぺらぺらとよくしゃべる
His travels taught him that language is no bar to friendship.
旅をして彼は言葉が友情の障壁とはならないことを知った
His true self came out.
彼の本性が出てきた
His untimely death was a great sorrow to her.
彼の早世は彼女にとって大変悲しい出来事だった
his usual big talk
彼のいつものほら話
His verse is full of vivid images.
彼の詩は生き生きとした表現に満ちている
His voice broke with emotion.
彼は感情のあまり声が詰まった
His voice cut into my thoughts.
彼の声にふと我に返った
His voice grated on her nerves.
彼の声が彼女の神経にさわった
His voice sank to a whisper.
彼は声をひそめてささやいた
