written on its own with the same differences on a leaf, paper, or a stone as a couple or just acquaintances all of their feelings kept or told as I speak on a dream, on a ceiling as a confession, maybe a speech holding onto something could be more than a gift memorized like a drawing a moment they would not slip entit...
kung ang pagsulat ko ng mga tula ang magbibigay kahulugan sa aking pagkakabuo dahilan sa bawat galaw o tunog ng aking loob papel ko ang aking kaisipan
I believe that we live not just for the sake of wanting to do good things but also to be appreciated maybe a selfish act or an ignorant request but by this letter I can relay them all my unheard voice, from me to you