Per Aldua Ad Astra
Altiora Petamus 
Volente Deo, Lucete Stellae

I prayed that you might be saved 
and took every breath with me in the leafy shade. 

I cried out in pain, “Please save us” 
Si Nos Amas, Serva Nos. 

We’ll get used to this hoax that our love made 
when the [bad word] out to watch the bright day light die. 

Hopefully you’ll get used to my hugs and good-byes when my love falls out of the sky as mournful rain. Per Aldua Ad Astra.

Bye bye, my doleful aria…