No matter what happens down here on the ground,
The moon and stars take their place above;
And no matter my foolish imperfections,
My heart has always been yours,
The ground is frozen tonight,
And clouds cover the moon.
So white, like lilies and death;
And your absence,
Everywhere, like some cold god.
Never mind, sweetheart,
The moon will be back, even if my heart should die;
And the stars will shine in a silver multitude,
Even the same as my tears.