With a wonderful moon & black meadows grass,
Gentle wind feels when it all passes.
A beautiful tree alone standing,
Looking for someone with long waiting.
Calm blue sea with sun glittering,
Small boat fisherman feels Cluttery.
I am on my way under the sun and rain.
I am a traveler without destiny.
Nothing to look back, walk, and smell new air.
On my way with moments of fantasy.
Seen many people, but fighters are rare,
Living life with nothings care.
Narrow roads with an old town city,
High mountains with meadows are pretty.
Old cycle abundant and ditty.
The colors of the nations are fighting each other.
Many different flowers are mixed by nature.
Big and wide roads feel like the way to heaven.
Someone suddenly chose and will be taken.
The sea near the lands has a loud roar,
Albatrosses are over me near the seashore.
I am a traveler who wants to see more.
I am a traveler, and no one is waiting,
Only my soul and my body are freighting.
After a deep sleep on the road again,
Every time a new way begins.
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