Probably by the time you read this message I will be long gone.

I'd like to stay, but all I have left is beyond the life I have.

But don't worry baby, I'll carry your photograph in my glove compartment to remember everything we've lived.

On this road, all I see are lonely faces, similar to mine.

The echoes of the road stimulate me to accelerate, without any direction. But how far does this road go?

I don't know, but maybe all the answers to my questions are there...

Model: YasmimWindson