Every night, without mercy,
the sadness comes.
Not as a whisper,
but as waves.
The same waves
that kissed my spine in La Union
while you laughed beside me.
Now they return alone,
and so do I.
Every night, without mercy,
the sadness comes.
Not as a whisper,
but as waves.
The same waves
that kissed my spine in La Union
while you laughed beside me.
Now they return alone,
and so do I.