It has been few dacades.
I could met alumnus of junior high yesterday.
There ware so many things to talk about.
There are so many story to talk about.
Takanawa 's taste was good.
Rgiht after work for the day, I kicked the asphalt, but I was late.
So, I joined the table about an hour after it started.
When I looked around face surrounding the table, many things were recalled in me.
I noticed my face turned red some how
Some of them are still living in the town and meet sometimes.
I left my birth town right after graduation of high.
Only few times I went back to see friends after moving.
Our chat never stops and close time of restrant has come.
We moved to Penjack .
Former my neighber played the guiter and sang as he was in junior high.
It was ten years from last time he played as he said.
Technically I could not hear his song due to rushing to move the vehicle to restrant parking to the pubric parking. To be honest with you, this RUSHing almost killed me
It was really really great time.
On the way back home, "Comming home " continues in my head.
stops