Road is a colored pencil and painting of memories

You are the reason for all my glooms and worries Now in my destiny, you are my always traveler Go in such a way that do not break, in this glass path, You are going and reaching with convoy of night attacked spite I die and get back to life when you come a little late I have to be beside you, in this needful path Give me chance to respect you and do not take it from me I make the bridge on the movements so you reach to tomorrow Road is my salt stuck, it will come with us so we