Morning slips over the lake
Fog embraces the pines
A few friends, a few bikes
And before us, an entire path
We slowly climb the hill
Without asking where time is going
In the distance, a bell resonates
Like a memory in the wind
This is the road of gratitude
For those who gave us life
For the hands, the voices, the habits
That still live today
This is the road of gratitude
Fifteen kilometers under the sky
And sometimes an entire existence
Hides in a simple and real moment
At the pagoda we leave our bikes
A simple meal unites us
A few smiles around a table
And suddenly we are so rich here
Thank you mom
Thank you dad
Thank you life
For bringing me here
This is the road of gratitude
Between the mountains and the sky
I take nothing from this journey
Except this essential moment
Morning slips over the lake
Fog embraces the pines
A few friends, a few bikes
And before us, an entire path
We slowly climb the hill
Without asking where time is going
In the distance, a bell resonates
Like a memory in the wind
This is the road of gratitude
For those who gave us life
For the hands, the voices, the habits
That still live today
This is the road of gratitude