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

Those orange streetlights
that are illuminating the cars that are parked...

I remember that July 24 afternoon one yesteryear
as Giant Brocade Crowns bloom in the night sky...

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...

Along oceans and brush areas,
mountainsides, forests and grasslands...

The night is sound asleep,
but my heart is not to keep...

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

Your footsteps have built a metropolis,
yet we remain...