A train is slowly approaching my life,
It gushes the fuel of the years,
Loaded with plain, trivial, past and yearning.
An oasis can be seen in a grain of ash,
A day is like eternity.
Never stop,
In silent gaze,
The hand with the remaining temperature quietly pressed the sound of farewell.
A train drove away slowly towards my life,
Full of joy, excitement, anticipation, reverie,
I don’t know where it will go, just like I don’t know how many years of smoke and dust will be emitted,
Only to bury my love for meeting and hating late.
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