MEMORY OF MY FRIEND/月山一天
　


When the moon was heavy,
you worried it might drop like a bowling ball.

When the moon was skinny,
you worried that it would starve and die.

When you learned my name,
you accepted it like your own.

When you called my name,
I discovered a new word.

You said,
I know how many stars in the sky.

You said,
I know what's behind the moon.


You always could see better with your eyes closed.

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