Rush hour on the highway
You by my side
Dawn to night, spring to winter,
We keep driving, we don't stop
We lack each other in every way
I will find the longest route
I will become a poet
I'll bathe in the river of red
Watch everyone else become a maniac
They don't understand the beauty of wait
Not me
I'm right beside you
An everlasting ache
I offer you my loyalty
I never had any
I offer you my heart and body
I never gave any
You are one in a million
Your spirit's scorpion
River of red
Flows for you
Bottle of red
Brews for you
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