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I will still be on the road.

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I will still be on the road.

I wish to be a forever the pentium stream. Perhaps the storm comes, I'll become extremely murky. I'm uneasy sway its body, scooped up sediment are more blocked me forward line of sight. I lost. Me wonder. But I know, this confusion is only temporary, I will brave fight with the storm. Perhaps I'll see huge against the rock, the black and blue; Maybe I'll be wind rolled up, heavily towards the cliff rejection. But after the storm dopie , I still calm, clear, bright and still not a pool.

I will still be on the road.

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Yes, I will still be on the road.

I would have been on the road, enjoy the beautiful scenery, or suffer the pain of the mill. I'll lose the direction and lost, I'll be bound by the plight of reality. I experience four seasons of transformations, feel the different mood, but never change is, I always on the way. Even if the body were trapped, the heart also will go instead of me travel.

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