Ground clear, sky blue,
how will I remember you?
The sun, the storms,
for which my heart still yearns.
I crave gold but just get rust,
what will I remember when you turn to dust.
Our bond is arduous,long ago torn;
can you feel these flames burn,
while I do, the skies also cry,
although those flames never fully die.
In my hands I hold,
memories untold.
These memories I’ll cherish,
our bond with little trust,
memories of gold and rust.