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We are always finding “That Day”, where we reach our destination. Sometimes I’m too lazy to make my “That Day”. My friends told me, I’m a very careless person. May be I’m, I don’t know..
But when I try to deal with this system, my subconscious mind hear the sound of thousand roads. I Start my bike, and take a long ride, ride the king’s highway. Some tunes playing in my mind,when I ride the bike, that tune witch my ex-girlfriend sang . When we ride together,
But when I try to deal with this system, my subconscious mind hear the sound of thousand roads. I Start my bike, and take a long ride, ride the king’s highway. Some tunes playing in my mind,when I ride the bike, that tune witch my ex-girlfriend sang . When we ride together,
That is,
“Ride the snake, to the lake
The snake is long, seven miles,
Ride the snake,
The blue bus is calling us”
Seen lots of roads. But I want to know about distance, how much far to reach silence, I want to go, l must go… I feel limitless when My bike wiles and highway play ‘Rock Nd Roll’. Lots of turning points here and I think may be END has come, No...I’m wrong, far too far. Game is going on, may be one day I will find “That Day”, find a “Good Day” for me. That day will be true my all small soft lies. The end every night I tried to die.
Find a “Good Day”.
“Ride the snake, to the lake
The snake is long, seven miles,
Ride the snake,
The blue bus is calling us”
Seen lots of roads. But I want to know about distance, how much far to reach silence, I want to go, l must go… I feel limitless when My bike wiles and highway play ‘Rock Nd Roll’. Lots of turning points here and I think may be END has come, No...I’m wrong, far too far. Game is going on, may be one day I will find “That Day”, find a “Good Day” for me. That day will be true my all small soft lies. The end every night I tried to die.
Find a “Good Day”.