like a frog springs atop  a lily pad,
her enthusiastic essence was as scad.
like an infant sprawls into a deep sleep,
her appearance was an embodiment of babysheep.

like a coordinated kitchen fork blends with the spoon
we both accumulated as the exquisite winter's moon.

on a decadent day,when we will reunite,
she would still guffaw at my scrappy jokes
the void will transform into light
when your gaiety will crash the plight.

Ginku-kugos ko an ulunan nga imo gin gamit.
Samtang an mahagkot nga hangin naharumhom ha akon panit.
Nag-hihinulat ha imo pag-balik, bisan san-o, bisan diin.
Gin-gapos ha tuna han mga hinumduman nga nagpa-bilin.

Gin-tuman ko an aton saad ha ilarom han kahoy
Nga mag-huhulat ako bisan an kalibutan magubot ngan magmasamok.
Iilubon an kamingaw nga ha dughan nag-aawit
Aantuson an duro nga  kasubo ngan kapait.

Ngan umabot gihap an takna nga ak' ginpamulat
An im' pag-balik ha akon kasingkasing nag-aghat
Napuno'n kalipay, pag-laum sugad hin balagun nga kumanap.
Saksi an langit, unta dire la patahap.

Ngan yana kay aanhi ka na man
Pipiriton ko pag-huring an imo ngaran
Pamad-a na an luha ha im' mata, sipat la ha ak' bayhon.
Samtang hangkop mo an ladawan ha bawbaw han akon lungon.

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Under the blue sky, beneath the divine’s will,
Sorrow will fade, our soul will no longer be afraid.
By His light, fields of precious flowers will bloom within our soul.
And we will rise greater than ever,
Carrying the beauty of wondrous auroras and the strength of the skies.
For we are worthy of a million stars and gracious smiles.

I dwell alone in this gray hinterland,
While friends I love live past its edge.
An outsider — I’ve made my stand,
My soul unmoved by local pledge.

They cast their judgment, dull and dry,
Their world drained of hue or grace.
But I won't flinch, nor question why —
For love once lived in a brighter place.

For my friends, I’ll bear this ache,
This exile etched in time and land.
It’s fleeting, like a dream I’ll shake,
A fading echo I’ll not withstand.

For my heart, I’ll cross the line,
To warmth, to truth, to those who see —
The ones who held my hand in time,
The ones who simply loved all of me.

Falling like crystals,
Raindrops from the sky.
Unfurled like a blanket,
Black clouds seem to cry.

And my room is filled
With earthy scent of soil and clay.
It evokes all my memories
And nostalgia all the day.

Joined by the dancing peacock,
It quenches the thirst of flower.
Crying all the way,
Black clouds loose all their water.