教室という空間　

木の床に　△や▱の模様　

ワクワクする

チョークで落書きをすると　見事に指が石膏まみれ　

懐かしいにおいに　息が少しつまりそうだった

Happened to find myself in the little world named "classroom."　

The afternoon sunlight was creating geometric shapes like △ and ▱.

Doodled a rabbit on the blackboard with a white chalk, which made both of my thumb and index finger all white, leaving the weird smell which I liked as a kid

Became a bit nostalgic, almost felt crying