• These sacred memories known for me to share, it reminded me of my friends here and there.
    All these memories had crumbled into pieces, all from friends, cousins, nephews, and nieces; they’ll only be a memory.
    They’re washed away in my shadow’s dust, from early morning to dark night dusk; my heart remains unfulfilled.
    My heart’s dying out, please accept my last will.
    As my shadow fades gradually away, it remains still just a memory.