By Masao
Cast your eyes to the heavens,      
on a moonless, clear night.         
There are the eyes of angels,       
who chase away your fright.         

There is a pair watching over you,  
and a pair watching over me.        
Though you won’t find them,         
they’re up there, floating free.    

When I look into your eyes,         
after the most depressing day,      
my heart smiles,                    
as if I found the pair of stars,    
that are pointed my way.