'Sang Malamig Nights (San Mig Nights)

Grayed This Eight

The scenery is White
Until it turned Gray
It turned Gray when the present have reminded me of the past this eight.

I am to get vexed.
When the past have reminded
me to be silent.

I wanted to shout
Yet, I choose to be silent
At this moment of Gray hour

For I do not like to become a monster
For the second time, last time I turned into monster out of the dark memories of the past.