He was walking like attached to me
He would disappear in his own color
He took a step back and front
Just exactly following me
As we both moved on he would
Sometimes follow me, or sometimes
He was followed by me.
He sometimes looked taller
But as the great sun went
Beyond the fearless mountains
It was time to say good buy
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I would like to translate this poem
yes, , , a great feeling of the other self and very deep understanding, , , ~10~