Tonight I write the saddest line
The saddest that it could ever be
As I gazed outside that silver melancholy
Unaware of that midnight nightingale
I write with droplets of joy and pain
To the beat of the rhythm of the ballad rain
Subconsciously; my forsaken pen writes the hollowness
I glance then at your frozen image inside me
Before that empty tears came down rushing...,
Going down to my piece of grievances,
Straight toward the line of our existence
The pendulum of fate continue to sway
And the bougainvilleas leaves came waltzing by:
Waltzing by to dance my loneliness away,
And waltzing by to remind our days
Silence then clothes me slowly
And I wonder how you are,
Is tonight your sleeping soundly?
Is tonight your feeling quite fine?
The calmness I found makes me concede
On this November night, I lied
The romance we shared through the rain
To forget it and write, I can’t
So then the saddest line will be unwritten
And this evening the silver melancholy cries
Resignedly beneath that purple sky
Hear the nightingale with its lullabies
The saddest line sleeps and slowly dies
