It's dark
The moon is nowhere insight
Only the light from the bulb
In this lonely terrace
And the stars above
Are my only source of comforting light.

Now, I sit on the top level
Of this 5-platformed stairs
As I watch the fireflies
Dance and flicker amongst the waving coconut leaves
I know there's more of a sad cold night ahead of me
Disco music are echoing
From somewhere far away
Yet, the hustling of the coconut leaves fade them

Only your memories seem to lighten me up a little
In a week or so,
I guess I will be looking back
At this moment in time
I'll be reminiscing of all of these
All of which by then,
Are already memories