Goodbye to the river the day, the sun was hidden in the distance. Behind him remained my way, waves it wipe after the wave. To the breakthrough of my fate, the last furious wave of racing, buzzle dripped, leaves a trace in my hair, in my eyes, in my feelings. My last days are gone and more and more I forget. I forget the beginning of my path, the way the youth is scattered. Whether I left a trace in my life, to remember someone after a while my way and my difficult beginnings or my path will be in oblivion ...
