And I remember how warm your hands were when, too cold by my fears, you made me shiver
You had this calm, yet thrilling, personality that always cooled me down
When busy chasing my dreams, disappointed, I ended, or when depressed, I lost all hope of succeeding
I remember how confidently you took my hand and gave me a ride on your bicycle
And for a moment, with the wind lifting my dress, you made me rediscover the simple pleasures of life, most of the time ignored and rushed
It is on your bicycle that for the first time, I saw flowers move so gracefully to the sound of the mighty wind
It is on your bicycle I discovered that trees could sing, and mountains tamed
On your bicycle, mornings smelled wild and life felt light
It was nothing compared to the busy, noisy, corrupt life I was used to … it was a bouquet of freshness
On your bicycle, tomorrow’s fears and struggles didn’t matter, ‘cause I owned the present and was the master of my destiny. When I opened my arms, I had the world in the palm of my hands. Then, no horizons were unreachable.
And when on my knees I fell, tired of all the bruises and blues life had offered me, it was the memory of your bicycle that made me believe that I could face—and not escape—the problems
Sometimes, when ill-desired, I recklessly wanted to take my own life. It was again the memory of your bicycle that reminded me how colourful and simple life was, and that I was trying so hard to impress the world, fit in their busy schedule, looking for happiness when it was always at hand
Like my most beautiful dream, your bicycle has been my most beautiful experience