| ain Paggao, a bandmate, a best friend, and the | | | | *Star* |
| brother I never had} | | | | So many bards did sing of stars, |
| *Rain* | | | | Whose beauty they could see. |
| Your brilliant words were magical; | | | | The chords you strummed on your guitar |
| They always lit my mind. | | | | Had always brought me glee. |
| Your simplest thoughts, sublime, divine; | | | | The words I wove, the tunes you plucked— |
| They’d borne my spirits high. | | | | They blended—harmony! |
| In mirth or pain, in loss or gain, | | | | Among the stars our songs retired; |
| Your songs poured forth like rain. | | | | They twinkle when I’m sad. |
| Not once before when we were young, | | | | I know, stars, in reality, |
| I found myself in drought; | | | | Are but a burning gas. |
| You always poured like real rain, | | | | Despite that, you remain to be |
| ’nriching me in delight. | | | | The brightest I can see. |
| And now from you I’m far away, | | | | A star—that’s what you’ll |
| My friend, I miss you so. | | | | always be, |
| Friendship built on brotherly love | | | | Forever ’nspiring me! |
| Till old age may it last. | | | | *Rainbow* |
| *Moon* | | | | In various hues you came to me |
| When you were Sun while I was Moon, | | | | In times when I was blue. |
| To us it mattered not. | | | | December then, remember when— |
| The light you cast upon my path | | | | Oh, what a rendezvous! |
| Has never made me blind; | | | | I awed you with my Cure attire; |
| For you possess a noble soul, | | | | In turn, you stunned me, too: |
| Which Pride can never touch. | | | | Your licks and tricks on your guitar— |
| The words like rays your pen did shine | | | | The start of something New |
| Illuminated mine. | | | | Wave. Music has made us brothers, |
| The songs you made, the hopes you gave | | | | Set us on a journey, |
| Are always in my heart. | | | | Which changed our lives forever more. |
| When ’twas my turn to be the sun, | | | | How colorful it was! |
| As Moon you did your part. | | | | Among the many friends I have… |
| Whoever’s Sun or Moon, I know, | | | | The rainbow smiled at you. |
| To us it matters not. | | | | |