If you are a doctor
I wish I were
a bad traveler
getting wounded en route 
If you are a doctor
I wish I were a patient, forever
No jealousy
No cry
and all your time'll
be mine!
doctor
won't you treat my old wounds
darling?
I wished I were a real patient
'caused I've never been patient
to get you nearby.
You said sometimes you sacrified
the love of angels
the joys of life
for career.
Don't you know darling
while traveling east and west in life
we often hurt those
we love best?
we bring good to strangers
forgetting things that made us together . . .
Am I just a kind of traveler
crossing your rides?
How can I
stay in your life?
How can I
wander in your nights
and sing for you
a song I love
that all my roads
are heading to you . .
Hmm hmm hmmm hmmm . . as I am
a pro traveler,
I've gone on and on and on
I let you be the way you are,
and I've gone on and on and on . . . .
But at the end of the world
darling
I saw
the long and winding roads
lead me
to your
door . . . .
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