On the ruins of the platform at this station, I, who is child in those days
ran about in high spirits and waited for a rail diesel car. 　
I who is child in those days splashed water, and play with neighboring friends around of the supporting beam of the railroad bridge across the river. 　
We together raised a shout of joy and saw off toward the a diesel train with front deck of basket type , which finished to cross over the bridge and ran away .

It was after a very long absence, for me to having visited this town. 　
The town was declined gradually from that, and the trains were gradually decreased, too, and father changed work and our family moved to other place.
It was the immediate after our moving that a beautifully decorated good-bye train ran.
I walk on the track of railroad trace while being absorbed in sentiment. 　
There will not be my next visiting here for the long time in future.

The memory when I was child dwells in all of trace of tunnel and that sunken road , and the supporting beam of the railroad bridge,too.