Unguided Routes

Past on night, our beds may islanded with tears,

With mattress smells the loneliness and dispirited togetherness,

And, when the closure of our times,

We may end up liking the dream, after we wake up,

We understood past moment is dream since we woke,

Let's live now like a pleasant dream before we wake up.

Keep trying to go upwards

To touch the ceaseless inner spring,

Redeem ourselves right away

And now, immerse in depths,

Born like a mirror that always reflect the blissful madness,

To live the day to the fullest,

To divert the boring life routine,

Travel, Travel the unguided routes.