I put the duster down, as I cannot erase the destiny. br The road full of bumps and curves br And the bitter wind passes some secrets, tips and techniques br But it's useless as no more shortcuts, br My torn bag carries some faded dreams. br I climb the road and this bicycle is not belongs to me. br Sometimes I think if no brakes then I could have thrown to the steep br And finished this unending pilgrimage. br I am sorry my dear this song is not so sweet br And how long you have been waiting to meet this reckless cyclist? br br * I own very few things that too heavy for the journey br And I look around to give remnants but nobody wants.