In 2030, I lay in bed with no sleep and lost Kaguya leaves months later, just like Kaguya, which fell on Blue Star 8,000 years ago.
The eight thousand years of the past have never been forgotten, and that was the true thing that happened, but the memory-bearers were reluctant to repeat it.
Why worry about it? After all, it is only a brief moment of sorrow compared to eight thousand years.
Even though I do not want to remember those painful memories, write them down for an eight thousand-year promise.