(Honey)

I treasure him,

He shelters me.

He calls me Mitsukuni.

While others croon and scold and fuss,

He simply lets me be.

I am the rhythm to his song

And so is he to me.

He is my tacit, trusted friend—

My counterpart, my harmony.

He is the one who makes no noise

But stirs a sound in me.

For there is no sweeter sound than when he mutters:

"Mitsukuni."

(Mori)

I shelter him,

He treasures me.

He calls me Takashi.

He lifts my spirits, warms my heart

With wild, unbridled glee.

I am the rhythm to his song

And so is he to me.

He sees beyond my stony face,

Unlocks my chains and sets me free.

He can be hard to handle

But it's worth it all to me

Each time he sees me, smiles wide,

And sings out:

"Takashi!"