Mga tula, luha at tinta ni Ulan

Ada

She's a fantasy,
in contrast of the reality,
a human with a wings of that of a bird.

Her wings so wonderful,
like that of the hues of a rainbow,
strikingly beautiful as it glows.

Her face so gentle,
like that of an angel,
but she was not a human, nor an angel.

She's Ada. The adarna.
My beautiful fantasy,
the one I would always fancy.