In the road,
I'm peaceful for each passer,
Because they are not you.
In the road,
I like losing sleep slowly,
because you is my dream,
In the road,
I'm afraid of walking fastly,
because the distance is increasing.
In the road,
I decide to wolk lonely before,
But because of you,
I'm losing.
So I become another one,
Smiling for every one,
Writing only for you,
Also pacing up and down.
My life is the road ,
you is my passing traveller,
and the most beautiful.
