A small station that people can't help but think no train would call at
The train passed by so fast as if the platform does not exist
The moment
The light from the cheap fluorescent lamp
In just a few seconds I knew it clearly
Reflected by the tiles
Even when the train has left the platform
I can still see the waving light from the lead car
Every time the light reflected on the window
I see a lot of things through the glass
It might be us in the past
It might as well be myself, Feeling more tired than Imagined
The moment
The light from the cheap fluorescent lamp
In just a few seconds I knew it clearly
Reflected by the tiles
Even when the train has left the platform
I can still see the waving light from the lead car
The moment
The light from the cheap fluorescent lamp
In just a few seconds I knew it clearly
Reflected by the tiles
Even when the train has left the platform
I can still see the waving light from the lead car
Right before arriving at the station
On the track towards the opposite direction
Stands there an abandoned station
When night falls at weekends,
A sale of broken dreams
In the place where ghost in the city gather,
MAY WE MEET AGAIN