Early In The Morning By The Side Of The Roal

Early in the morning by the side of the road

on the street I'm waiting for you
the angle increasingly silent
gravel can not compete with my feet
the sun is now bright
along the way it looks barren
trees look shady
you did not come

The wheels flashed violently
I was blowing hot exhaust fumes
if only I did not want to meet you
I already track this foot from dust
because I miss, so I keep waiting