𝙺𝙸𝙳𝚂 𝚃𝙰𝙺𝙴 𝙾𝙵𝙵 𝚃𝙷𝙴𝙸𝚁 𝙼𝙰𝚂𝙺𝚂 𝙰𝚃 𝙳𝚄𝚂𝙺.
Where the auburn flares of sunlight hide, footsteps atop the familiar path, and passing gush of the northern wind. They kid everyone but themselves.
The masquerade continues. Yet children still yearn for growth and freedom. “When will this end?” they ask. They ask, yet the answer remains clear: they’ll be eternally dancing to the rhythm of fate, unable to break free—
until they find courage to end the act themselves.
Ngunit sa huli, ang mga bata ay mananatiling bata. Ang mga maskara ay mananatiling nakatakip sa mga sugatang mukha na gustong tabunan. Ang mga kinikimkim na takot ay iipunin hanggang sa sumabog at madurog at wala nang ibang matira kundi ang kagustuhang wakasan ang lahat.
Bata pa rin.
Mananatiling bata kahit sa pagtatapos ng lahat.
The lies they tell and the truth will collide until it becomes a part of them. That is how they want it to end. That is how everything is from the start to finish.
Once more, the flares of the auburn sunlight will touch the sky, the footsteps on the path will no longer leave marks, and the northern wind will gently caress the trees. And the only thing that will remain is the unchanging flow of the river water—their bodies floating and masks washed off.
Only the dissipating ripple knows.
At least, the ripple knows.
BINABASA MO ANG
By the Riverside
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