On the road I love to see a dad pick his child to school with motorbike, his child hug him tight from behind. His child telling him a story about school, I can see his smile from his motorbike's mirror. How lovely they are.
On the way to work I love to see the sun shining, some of the rider cover their bodies, doesn't let the sun touch their skins. Some of them enjoying the sun-bathing, while counting the traffic light before they should be ready to continue their journeys. I wish they realize that the clouds above work hard for them to help them hide the sun, so they'll no get burn.
But sometimes I didn't enjoy my time on the road, when I have to meet some of the street sweepers, who already try their best to make the city clean, even-though people keep littering, I still can see smile on their faces.
Or,
When the sun is set already, the bread seller still carrying a lot of bread on his bike. He didn't sell much bread today. He cannot buy his child a new toy, or maybe his favorite fried rice for dinner.
It's so painful to see.
When the sun set, the moon shines. Some people, with high hopes, just started their businesses.
I love when it's Friday Night.
The only nigh that I can staring at the moon and stars with you, on our way back home.
The only night that we can share our dreams and secrets.
Only between the moon, stars, you and me.
I have a dream to be with you someday.
And you have a dream to be with her someday.
How lovely we are.