Mossy forest,
have you ever dreamt of me...

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

Have you grown fond of times like this?
When the twilight is soulful...

To capture
a moment...

The soft brown color of your eyes
burn in every word...

Last September,
I watched...

Lately,
I can't...

Like amber mem'ries,
snow makes dainty Sarcodes spring...

Gazing to lavender seas,
prairie wind...

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

How would I write about you
when in every rain...

I do not deserve
to be in anyone's life...