Passing traveller

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.