Riddle: I am an object. I move from left to right. Anytime I move, I bleed on what is below me. I can't move without you. I move only when you uses me. What am I?
Riddle: I can carry you around; you can carry me as well; not a living thing, yet, I run faster than as you do but not without your help. I have as many legs and hands as every man has; round are my legs: one before and the other behind. The cycle is never out of my name. What am I?
Riddle: We are three brothers, running behind each other. Always running round our mother: one after the other, yet no matter how fast we run, we never touches each other. What are we?
Riddle: I pass by and keep your body cool; I am always around you, Every man feels me, everyone needs me; Yet none can ever see me; I am always outside, Yet one of the many people on your head receives me in. What am I?
Riddle: I am what makes you feel unhappy; because you see me but know me not. It is easy to know who I am. Look at me, look around, relax your mind, think and say who I am?