Memories of
those Damselflies...

A one-man band
plants white Camellias...

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

In the nick of time,
deciphered melodies fall...

As the
fireworks explode...

I've never known
you will appear like...

Green umbrella and amaranth rains,
we were lost in the warmth...

The Soft Brown color
of your eyes...

Cinnamon
I thought about...

Subtly,
its fragrance pervades the air...

You
are my...

Is your sky still crimson?
Does Manila draw a lonely Azalea...