You come to me in a dusty way, which is better than all distant tenderness

Use your footsteps to measure the world and your eyes to record the scenery

You come to me in a dusty way, which is better than all distant tenderness

Waiting for every passing car to let me go further

The cold pool reflects ᱸthe white ⳿moon, ‍and  the ﾠautumn  rain ᱸcovers ⳿the ᱸmoss

I ⳿wish ​to go through ﾞmountains  and rivers and ​still feel ‍that ᠍this ﾞworld ᠍is ᠎worth ⳿it.

The ⳿best times ᠎are ᱸalways ⳿on ⬝the ‍road.

Ten miles  after the ⬝spring ᠎breeze, ⳿all the ᠍wheat ᱸis ‍green

You ᠍come ​to ﾞme in ᠍a ⬝dusty ⳿way, ﾠwhich ⬝is ᠎better ⬝than ⬝all ᱸdistant ᱸtenderness