Just walking on these broken roads,
Roads which speak a million stories.
Stories which are all waiting to be heard.
I have heard them so many times, but I can’t explain.
I love this unsaid, like an understanding between us.
These roads through these jungles have so much in them.
Every time when I cross that corner,
I am tired but I see the Sun smiling as it’s going down.
As if it’s telling me – don’t go away again.
And I smile; even I don’t want to go away again…