Kasuko's Beautiful Eyes

As the Brazilian Olympic games samba into the night,
attention turns east to Tokyo and its neon lights.
The discos of Roppongi quickly come to mind
but it is my fondness for Kasuko which lingers all this time.

I have never forgotten the beauty of your eyes.
Our summer romance forty years ago still can bring me smiles.
I wonder if you might remember me as fondly as I do you.
Idle speculation, yes, I know.

Yet, even though you may have forgot,
I shall not.
When I think of my two years in Japan
our youthful kisses are not far behind.
For any woman who could make me try (and enjoy) octopus,
is someone not lost to time.

Forgive my sloppy translation:

Kasuko no utsukushii me

Kasuko's beautiful eyes.