Ronald Mallari - Transcend

As I bid farewell to the yellow sun
I let the beach’s sand slips through my hand
With me, memories of the summer’s fun
As I bid farewell to the yellow sun
Glimpse on the horizon, trees turn to brown
The leaves fall and rest on the solemn land
As I bid farewell to the yellow sun
I let the beach’s sand slips through my hand

Ronald Mallari

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