I am hurrying on the splashy streets again.

The rain is drizzling in my hair.

You are waiting me on the bus stop

and telling me with reproach that the bus has just passed.

My dear friend, another bus will come.

Only the bus of the life passes one time.

We both travel in it

and sit on near-by seats.

Your shoulder is my support in misfortune.

I am your shoulder.

Your joy is mine

and my happiness is yours.

When I have a problem

you give to me advice and hope,

You judge honestly and strictly always.

You are kind and sincere…

And you are smiling again.

You reach out to me

and we continue together

our long trip in the country called Life.