- Q.Montejo

I'm walking on this sidewalk
Patches of soil, overgrowing grass
There's nothing on my mind
But the ten things I had to say
To myself, yeah, just to myself

That I'm here, this is now
And you are there, that was then
The old walls of Intramuros
Felt like a burdened history
And I'm adding to it, my misery

Let's pass by this sidewalk
Maybe someday we can, right?
When you and I have become ghosts
That don't have to say anything
Or feel anything, and be ... just be ...

Let's look at all the people
And gaze at the dying day until ...
Until the night lights become alive
Consume our mortal love and become
An eternal, everlasting pendulum routine ...