Under the smooth wheels of sand and stone
On the road old or new
as a gloomy downpour roars And then
you hit the road without thinking
with a soul that never went down
with a wildly growing body
So you fill your heart With questioning, at
the same time, it is so profound that I am in
awe of you .
On the road ,
you met you. The best time of your life.
Come on,
I only have one ,
we have only one pair
. Smoke turns to ashes and turns to fire Before I get to the station, let the whole universe be filled with my unforgettable light, my frantic footsteps , the most sincere trembling , and the freedom that belongs to everyone. Crazy about that naked forty-one degree that has no bearing, gender, language, speed, looking at you along the way, you return to your day, you drive away the breath you once loved, you stay in the noisy, silent, silent, happy like paradise Rejoice! We've only been exactly once and many times by many
What a goodbye
is nothing but the weight of countless cigarette butts on the road
You have to complete your road
After the wise die wisely,
the clumsy will
end wisely and clumsily
!
On the way
, you can't see the end of the beginning, and
your journey does not belong to the direction of your green days.
Let the poor
fall heavily on the ground.
You teach the rich
journey,
every inch of skin ,
every sweat ,
every sweat. A face
will be beaten heavily
on the world's wild fantasy
of freedom
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