I lived in a grandmother's house for 2 years from junior high school third grader to high school second grader. When I opened the window in a Japanese tatami mat 4 tatami mat room I could see the rusted stairs and black window of the apartment next door. In the midst of puberty, as I was just getting out of energy, on a rainy day, transparent drops dripping in the achromatic world and soft rain sounds whispered silently make me feel the future I was fantasizing. I am sorry that I could not afford to adorn the flowers on the window at that time. I guess surely I will decorate the morning glory.