Will you look our past in the eye

If I did not leave you in the mid-afternoon haze alone?

Life means all it ever meant and azure remains the sky.

I’ve heard the darling buds of spring blossomed the day I die.

As you gaze into the emerald-like dreams they own,

Will you look our past in the eye?

The Stephanotis we used to pick will not be late to summer’s cry.

Asters will race like they always did along their earthy zone.

Life means all it ever meant and azure remains the sky.

My departure will not pause the continuity of songs autumns aurify.

Nothing can alter (not even my death) the destiny of maple leaves blown.

(So) will you look our past in the eye?

Winter will be just as shy,

Hiding in depths of snow as it always did like a soul neatly sewn.

Life means all it ever meant and azure remains the sky.

Our story is the artifact untouched but awed by any passerby.

So put no difference into your tone.

Will you look our past in the eye (only if I have told you earlier that)

Life means all it ever meant and azure remains the sky.