In the blink of an eye, it was autumn again.
The wind blew the story away, and the rain closed the road.
Santa Marta, where I can't get.
Because of you, I will learn more, Miami, Morocco... And don't forget the way back.
Exactly twelve hours of time difference, I counted the sheep in my dreams, and you were on your way in Colombia.
Everything is helpless.
Today's hard work, only for tomorrow's comfort.
In the future, you will definitely thank yourself for your efforts today.
It's cold and the road is still long.
Cherishing each other is the most intimate advice...
