[Poem] Shifting

Walking along the slope of memories
Tonight is a crescent moon
My shadow cannot be seen


What we walked along side by side
Was a distant, distant full moon night
Joined hands
Overlapping shadows
Secret laughter
The scent of sweet olive
Such fragments
Are still scattered here and there


Promises that could not be kept
A future that could not be reached
Because they won't let me overwrite my memories


Tonight is a crescent moon
I, who have no shadow
Walk along the sweet-scented slope


Even with the past that clings like thorns
Unable to cut it off
Just
Walking on

Good evening.
I would like to participate here.

Komaki-san, I apologize for the trouble, but thank you in advance.
To those who read this, thank you.