I coincidently came up to step into the old clubroom,
located next to Seibu-Kodo,
and is no more used and got to be like ruin.
it was so quiet, beside the sound of trumpet practicing near.
For some reason, however,
i felt like i heard so many whisperings and murmurs,
from the old graffitis and notices here and there,
of old spirits of students, frequented back time.
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