I know that...
The emerald leaves will eventually fall.
Those that are now so young and beautiful
will be inevitably left, forlorn, to sway in the breeze.

Yet, for all this knowledge,
I can see no time in your beauty.
No reason, no happenstance.
For I know what your eyes have seen...
The life of every summer, you have lived.
The silence of every winter, you have felt.

I know that...
Every song must come to an end.
The sweet melody, once so enchanting and passionate,
will eventually fade out into memory.

Even so,
I feel there is no oblivion to your beauty.
No epilogue, no destiny.
For what you radiate, it knows no absence.
The contour of your slender arms
makes the moonlight so meaningful.