God didnt see the cry of the traveler, dont feel sorry for anyone and dont lose your heart , people created the road for homesickness to get away from home, the
road shouts my name, he says that today is the day of heartbreak, a bag full of memories is on my trembling shoulders,
from all the good and bad people, from all the good and bad stories , what is left for me, except for a memory of a dumb role in the dust of the six windows of the road, he embraced me and made me He is waiting for me to come with him , I read the bitter story of goodbye , even though my lips are closed, leaving
behind memories, all love and attachment, it is very difficult, but I have no choice , the road is screaming, come, leaving
behind memories, all love and attachment, it is very difficult, but I have no choice , the road screams, come on.
