The day I become a star in the incandescent sky, don't cry for me, take a long sigh. Try to see it from my eyes, How beautiful was the paradise.
I will come back among the deepening shades of autumn to tell my roots that they are not forgotten.
For every 57 del units of pain my mother endured to bring me into this world as reward, I promise to keep that bond tight and secure, On every full moon with turbulent tides, I will come and visit her on the sea shore!
The one who taught me to hold thy pen, tell him not to shed tears in the little room again. For Men are stereotyped for being strong, Oh dear father, your rebukes are now a melodious song.
The tiara of elegance and determination will always be on your angel's head, May be not on this earth but on the heaven's bed.
For the amigos staring at my empty desk in the class, Do you see the daylight piercing through the glass. I assure you I won't ever leave you in the dark, For I will always be the sun bestowing light to your moon like a never ending spark.
My soul hereby rests in monochromatic shred, Despicating my every bone with after glows of smiles and Scarlets of red.