I want to travel alone
And stuck my peeve ears with headphones
Dying to indulge the sweet-fresh savour of thin air
that pampers on my soft skin
Gazing different things on the roads,
That no one can ever told

I want to have a space of my own,
Collect happy memories on my halls
With decorated vintage walls
Having a library and a bunch of books on my shelves

Waking up in the morning
Sipping coffee with a book on...