In the journey that ends miles away,
You find many travelers passing by,
But a few people you meet on your ride
You wish could walk side by side.

The people change you,
You forget about the destination and enjoy the view.
The journey is no more tiring and feels like a refreshing Sunday morning.

Knowing that the path could be different,
Even the destination may not be the same,
Yet you walk along with that person, step by step, pace by pace.

Unaware of the sharp turns in the path,
You continue your journey like usual,
Trying to make it as beautiful as you can,
Because that's the only thing in your hands.

After a long time, you come to the site where the road finally divides.
Standing there in silence,
Thinking about the vibrant journey you shared,
Remembering each obstacle you two passed together—
Trees, birds, and the sky—each of them now cry.

But you keep quiet,
Still standing there like a stone, you ask yourself—
The road finally separates?