In the early morning, the city comes to life
The old man with his rickshaw pedals quickly
The empty streets are silent witnesses
To his struggle to earn a living
With rough hands and a tired face
A sincere smile never fades
Every pedal is a sure step
For his family, he won’t back down
Old man, faithful rickshaw driver
Braving the cold night and hot day
With a strong heart and burning spirit
A hero without recognition
Under the sometimes cloudy sky
Rain falls but doesn’t stop his steps
Every drop of sweat is a prayer
Ferrying passengers with love
With rough hands and a tired face
A sincere smile never fades
Every pedal is a sure step
For his family, he won’t back down
Old man, faithful rickshaw driver
Braving the cold night and hot day
With a strong heart and burning spirit
A hero without recognition
His life is simple, yet meaningful
Every pedal is a story
With sincerity, he pedals his dreams
In the city streets, he carves out significance
Old man, faithful rickshaw driver
Braving the cold night and hot day
With a strong heart and burning spirit
A hero without recognition
In the evening, the sun sets
The old man returns with a smile
Bringing stories and hopes
Tomorrow morning, he will pedal dreams again