I managed to escape from crazy sleepless town, Las Vegas
Now I am standing at one hour from there, 'the valley of fire'

The rock burned crimson in the sun.
dry and heated wind is singing

Hearing the song of wind.....


It brought back feelings of my own.



Your life..... it is what you choose. it has been destined by nobody, but you.


the words in the Indian village that I went through today, now burned into my memory.


Night after night, my journey takes me down the long road
Day after day my journey tell stories that will be.
Nothing can hold me back from trying
I'll find my day, maybe far and way,




....or they are alredaly I've found them.



Nevada

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