I found this video on YouTube and despite the technical difficulties, it was a great concept and I liked it. My salutations to you, Andrebetita of YouTube! XD The song is entitled Kanlungan which roughly translates to cradle or haven in English. It was sung by Noel Cabangon, a very talented local singer here in the Philippines. XD

I added the lyrics here and a translation for those who don’t understand Tagalog.

Pana-panahon ang pagkakataon Maibabalik ba ang kahapon Natatandaan mo pa ba Nang tayong dal’wa ang unang nagkita? Panahon ng kamusmusan Sa piling ng mga bulaklak at halaman Doon tayong nagsimulang Mangarap at tumula Natatandaan mo pa ba Inukit kong puso sa punong mangga At ang inalay kong gumamela Magkahawak-kamay sa dalampasigan Malayang tulad ng mga ibon Ang gunita ng ating kahapon Ang mga puno’t halaman Ay kabiyak ng ating gunita Sa paglipas ng panahon Bakit kailangang lumisan? Ngayon ikaw ay nagbalik At tulad ko rin ang iyong pananabik Makita ang dating kanlungan Tahanan ng ating tula at pangarap Ngayon ay naglaho na Saan hahanapin pa? Lumilipas ang panahon Kabiyak ng ating gunita Ang mga puno’t halaman Bakit kailangang lumisan?

Chances come fleetingly Can we bring back yesterday? Can you still recall When we first met? In the midst of innocence Among flowers and trees It was then we began Our dreams and lyrics Can you still recall Our hearts i carved on the tree The flower i gave you Walking hand in hand by the beach Free as birds we were The memories of our past All those trees and flowers Were part of our memories As time passes us by Where has it all gone? And once again you return Feeling the same yearning To see the cradle of our innocence Home of our lyrics and dreams Only to see it gone Forever out from our grasp Time flows ever by Along with our memories The flowers and trees Vanish with them

    I had a cousin once and she had an accident. After coming home from the hospital, she had complications which unfortunately led to her demise. She was about 15 then, I think, I was just 13. She was one of my favorite cousins, one of my closest friends. She was he very first to introduce me to Atari. She used to teach me how to play tandem tennis on their game console. But the sad part is I can’t even remember how she looks like anymore. The first night of her wake, I heard a couple of her school friends tell me I looked like her. But I can’t see her in me. And it pains me that all I have left of her is a blank face. Maybe I should have paid closer attention, or maybe I should have kept a memento. I don’t know.

    Why do we have to forget? It is not that I wanted to prolong the hurt, but, it could be the only way to keep anyone or anything alive. What is the meaning of interactions if we won’t remember who we’ve been with? What is the point of going places if we won’t remember what we’ve seen? I admit I could be awfully forgetful, but I do try to remember things, especially if they count. These memories define me. And if I forget them, will I be forgetting myself too?

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