And here I am again
getting up from bed...

This willowed road
that looks...

Rain from azure clouds falls gently
onto the flowers in your hair. Tempted...

Do you still fall
like leaves on a September wind...

We seem like capital cities apart...
Everyone seems to be moving on...

While the rain
redolent...

This afternoon feels like
the time I wrote again...

Yes, I still hear your voice
echoing in those former alleyways...

This is a lonely hallway,
but I have walked on this...

To know that
Manila cannot hold...

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

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