I came back to the old house of birth place where nobody lives more for clearing up.
Good old memories came out when I began to clear it up from first floor first.
My graffiti that I thought delicious picture of the door remained just as old days.
It's smilingly funny now that, I tried to delete it since I was scolded tightly about it.
When I walk the floor creaks.
I said proudly "it is a bush warbler tension corridor." in a childhood, and late father was disgusted by my such very funny words. 　
The poster which I forgot to tear off ,and the trace of thumbtack of the pillar press me with much memory,which plunges me into deep pure recollection strongly.

I look at the outside from a window while entering the second floor. 　
The childhood friend who lived at next to this house had moved so long long ago, too.
He once gave flower crown to me gloriously and then he kissed me gracefully.
It is on the day of the far-off first love, I hug sentiment of past day.
The seal that was put to fix the shoji which I burst was kept in faded thin color,and it tells mischiefs of me in childhood to whomever see this seal with some smile now.
I'm kept being absorbed in recollection and the clearing up is not so proceeded . 　The sun is already inclined to west , and it tells me the end of the all day. 　

When will I come next time? I enjoy the putting in order that does not progress plenty.I enjoy pretty so much this day of the recollection.