It seems this road
never comes to its close.
As soon as it seems to be ending,
I witness another turn awaiting.
Some withered, others dry, rest green
running along this road, stand trees.
Some small herbs, too, are planted
along with other trees running along in a pattern
till the eyes can see.
I wish you and me
should meet together
and our journey
continues, walking till the
We will talk throughout
or maybe not.
We will only see
each other, smile and be happy.