Last Love Song

Tonight the sky that once became a blackboard of my dream gradually loves the dark. The vast black heaven in the night of sorrow is the haven of the twinkling stars. But their brightness is diminishing. They somehow make my heart happy For I am made to think that they give succor to me They grieve over my reproach. On this similar hour of the past I held her hand As my lips gently touched her forehead. On this same time too I warmly hugged her And she responded with a sweet smile at me. Sweet moments of how I really loved her are boxed in my memory. Someone already owns her, Like her heart that has previously forgotten, I will also disremember our love. Tonight I see the starry sky, The sound of waves that crash onto the shore is forlorn And the wind of the night has indisposition. Enough to feel the final pain she had given me And the last love song I offered to her. Translated by Bernard F. Asuncion from Jez Rico Cuenta's HULING KUNDIMAN