'Mushra, my brother that will never be'

Do I love him, do I love thy?

Yes I do, but he is like a brother to me.

Lavender hair, that sways in the wind, so short.

I would make him my brother I'll even go to the celestial court.

I have brown eyes, has blue.

He has a love yakumo that is true.

I wish he were here to day.

But he lives in the future so far away.

Do I love him, do I love thy?

Yes I do, he is a brother that will never be.