If I was a man,
I'll be mother's favorite...

Cold south wind comes forth.
All bamboos bow to its might...

patches of sunlight
often pours down the holes...

Different birds were on the branches,
Every tree in their path is lined up...

Last candle light
He slowly pushed open the wooden door...

Too long, too alone.
Oh! Like time is strange weather...

It's true, he won.
It's over, she's happy so...

May is celebrated again in Malabon,
were the infamous Bayluhan is on...

Look not into her eyes with longing.
Still, he listened to nothing...

Miss Delilah was our neighbor.
Since kinder, she's been living next door...

I am watching you
while you wait for your bus ride...

Only in the woods.
you can hear disembodied...