Even if this silhouette love
     would cry upon my grave,
Even if the stars collide
     and darken the eve,
Even if shallow rivers dry;
     tears deprive my plea,
There would still be you and me.

Come, let our hearts embrace thy warm embers,
I will keep you safe beneath my feathers,
I will be the moonbeams to light your way;
Beseech reasons to awaken each day.
Come, let our tongues speak every truth’s decree,
To sing a once melodious harmony;
The angels descend from heavens, and trust,
We will be forever till worlds are dust.
Come, let our eyes never be left deceased,
Behold thy love, of which my warfare ceased,
Of my tears diminished and secluded,
I would clench roses, of roses which bleed.
My love resembles upon every shore,
Of laments of sadness will all deplore.

Sino ba naman ako para magpakitang muli sa'yo
at sabihing sorry sa lahat ng aking nagawa?
Sino ba naman ako para humingi ng pagkakataong
maibalik pang muli ang mga nangagdaang panahon?
Sino ba naman ako para magparamdam muli
at sabihin sa'yo, na miss na miss din kita?
Sino ba naman ako para mahalin kang muli
at susubugang ibalik ang 'yong pagtinging nawala?
Sino kaya ako? Sino ba naman ako?

Ayos lang na magalit ka sa'kin, okay lang talaga! Promise 'yan.
Sapakin mo 'ko kung gusto mo, wala akong imik pa rin,
wala akong pakialam,
kasi ang alam ko pinaghintay kita ng matagal,
sinaktan kita ng matagal, iniwan kita ng matagal,
matagal na matagal, kasi mali lahat ng inakala ko.
Sabi ko, "You're too good for me",
tama! Oo, kaya nga siguro mahirap lumapit
at sabihin lahat ng nararamdaman ko noon.
Pero sino ba naman ako para humingi pa
ng isa pang pagkakataon na ibigin mo?
sino ba naman ako?
Kundi isang tao lang na wala ng silbi na sa'yo.
Okay, tanggap ko na, tanggap ko na lahat,
pero tanong lang,
May chance pa ba ta'yo?
May chance pa ba na maibalik ko ang nakaraang
inukit natin sa isang bato?
I think it's too early pa para magparamdam muli.
Pero teka lang, wait.....
tanong ko muna, bago matapos 'tong tula,
mahal mo pa rin ba ako?
O kaya'y,
hanggang ngayon ba'y may gusto ka pa rin
sa isang pahamak na katulad ko?
At sinasabi mo lang ba na wala na para
masaktan mo rin ako?
Please lang naman o, try to answer lang.
Kahit anong isasagot mo,
I will accept it naman.

I admit, I’m not really good at goodbyes,
not really a good man, either, and I’m tired.
Between every teardrop are your memories
I’m letting go,
and even if tomorrows might be forgotten,
I would never forget you.
I have loved you, and it was vivid and pure,
but I have to wander my world, and explore.
I’m tired of your self-seeking decisions
which could always lead to loud confusions,
tired of every cold war and of every hurtful word.
It might be the ending for us,
but indeed, a beginning for ourselves to wake up
a morning with a smell of a new mown hay;
maybe it’s best, if I walk on another way.
Well, sometimes you need to learn
how to be broken,
in order to be whole again.

Niadto ko, nibisita sa lugar
Kon asa mi una nagkita;
Mao ra japon,
Ang mga kahoy ug mga bulak
Nagasambit sa among gugma
Nga hain pa man dili gayod mawala.
Siya akong tunhay nga kalipay
Sa pagmata ko matag-buntag,
Tunhay nga kasingkasing
Sa iyaha, akong ginapamatyag.
Nikuha ko ug papel,
Aron magsulat ug balak para kaniya;
Maot man paminawon, apan
Akong buhaton nga patsyada.
Nitan-aw ko sa blanko nga papel,
Naghuna-huna,
Ug sa dihang nakahinumdum hinuon ko,
Unsaon man diay nako pagsulat sa balak;
Nga ang bolpen iya man diay’ng gidala,
Adtong minglakaw na siya ug una.

I woke up in the morning only this day,
from an infuriated dream,
where I have been for years, I think.
A dream where the smiles smiled for every truth,
and the cries cried for every lose.
In that place, love will be the one to seek,
hearts and minds always coordinate,
like it was you and I, remember?
There is no such thing as, “edges of forever”,
memories will never be cold as fire,
and revenge, yes, revenge is beautiful,
like it was you and I, remember?
It was a pure and vivid imagery
of a perfect world,
to where we want to go together,
a world far from what was ours,
a world with which hatred never remains
after death comes alive.
But I still woke up.
Then I looked at the window,
and remember,
that even how many times I tried to hide
and close my eyes in order to go there,
we could never be back
in each other’s arms again,
for you used to believe in the morning.

It was a cold, dark and difficult Wednesday
night;
I was walking through a lonely street beneath
the moonlight:
I can't stop thinking of her for a thousand times,
When I'm about to feel that her love is just a lie.

The tears were falling when we broke up only
yesterday,
Yet I still went to her house to tell the last
goodbye.
And I can't believe that our love has its end,
We loosened the tie and we just turned up on
pretending.

After a few minutes...

As I was standing one step apart from her door,
I found something yet I didn't mind it at all;
Still I walked forward and once opened her
house,
And there I saw something that really brought
me down.

I found her lying in front of me on her own
blood;
With a knife on her hand and a letter of her
love.
It was a sorrowful moment I could never ever
forget to see,
When that letter was telling that she killed
herself because of me.