That day, when I first saw your face, I said
"What's that? Some kind of Squirrel?" What a face!
Such meetings! They are all the life we taste
When journey's grief is what we know instead.
So now, as we must hearken to the task,
We joke, we play, we laugh, remembering.
Under the smile, what do your real eyes sing?
I'll try to find the truth behind your mask.
Look! Down the road under the cherry trees
A creek streams by. Let's light our fire there.
The water's not as deep as what I see
Inside your eyes. It doesn't have the care
I have for you as under trees we lie,
On the other side of peace, dreaming the sky.