The Age of Starlight

pearl

The stars look really pretty,

Perhaps it's because of you.

You always liked the stars.

Ah, I remember clearly when you used to ramble on and on about them.

It was the best part of my days.

But I also remember another thing,

You told me that I should move on.

You're probably looking down at me, frowning.

I'm truly sorry,

but I can't move on.

You left something with me,

It was a pearl, a very pretty one.

You told me to gaze up at the stars at night,

and talk to them.

'Hold the pearl and talk,

they like it when you tell them stories.'

Told me that you'd be gazing at me from above,

And I truly am silly for believing you.

But deep inside me,

I do believe you.

You're up there, I know it.

Sometimes I wish we could go back,

When you weren't just a memory.

I wish I could have gone with you.

And you probably do listen,

And laugh with me,

Cry with me,

Smile with me,

Mourn with me,

Because even the dead stars are alive,

Right?