riding a bicycle

I don't know how to ride a bicycle

So you grabbed the bike and showed me how

But I didn't quite understand how you did it

So you let me ride it while holding the backside

I pedalled slowly at first, then gradually faster

Until the breeze hits my face and I've got smile on my lips

At last, I thought, I learned how to ride it

Then I looked behind and saw the view

You're not holding it anymore, you're faraway from me

I'm far from you, and you waved goodbye

So, I turned towards north and pedalled some more

At last, I thought, I learned how to ride the bicycle.

I didn't know how to ride a bicycle

But you taught me how, so I turned towards north, and pedalled some more.

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