I am so afraid that I will forget things I like and that happens. There are so many books I liked, songs I admired, and people I met, those experiences are magical.

I want to be on the road again, I want to blabber and to meet new peoples

I kept struggling to be on my track, living life be sociable be settled.

The idea of being settled is somehow threaten me. I know that this life might not always a happy end. But, I hope, and only hope, that mine, is one of those happy ends.

The people whom you meet on the road, is sometimes magical.

you don't have to like this or that,

sometimes, you just have to say it or let it be in silent

and you'll know that life is as magical as your wandering thoughts.