A one-man band
has sketched poetry through his music...

The first time
I saw...

8:00 PM
only lives...

This willowed road
that looks...

I have come to the wonder of life.
Some say it's beauty...

This ornate road
I used to pass by...

No, I don't mind
being greeted by Dandelions...

Your footsteps are never meant
to decorate this lonely alleyway...

I've heard loud silence of Manila lately,
and it is so sincere that whispers...

The cliffs of dream sleep
beneath my eyelashes...

Reminiscences of you
always come back to me...

Never let go of the heart
you once embraced...