We're all alone in this world, but there is nothing to do about it.
In the street, you are drowned in the crowd, invisible between thousand of pressed men and women. Still, you are alone.
Friends are a substitute to this loneliness, still you are alone.
It is the characteristic of human to feel alone. Only them, their thoughts. It is all that really means something. The rest is untruthfulness.
And here love is coming. Love is when someone make you feel accompanied, is when you forget the meaning of retirement. You trust in love, and you try to find it, 'cause that is the only thing which can make you get rid of desolation.
Humans are searching for love.
Perhaps they'll meet it.
But one day, it'll go, and you'll be alone again.
Yeah, on the road again.
But there is one thing I can tell you, is that you can only live once.
You have to walk as long as you can put a leg in front of another.
Alone, or not.