Myosotis

Per Ardua Ad Astra

Altiora Petamus

Volente Deo, Lucete Stellae

I prayed that you might be saved

and took every breath with me in the leafy shade.

I cried out in pain, "Please Save Us"

Si Nos Amas, Serva Nos.

We will get used to this hoax that our love made,

when the moon comes out to watch the bright day light die.

Hopefully you will get used to my hugs and good-byes

when my love falls out of the sky as mournful rain.

Per Ardua Ad Astra

Bye bye, my doleful aria.

Per Ardua Ad Astra

Bye bye, my doleful aria.