A train comes back and leaves
again with that incredible speed,
as if good times with you
passed by him
Since you'd gone away
he moved to near the station
where the clear view through
only the window of his room
A boy sells newspapers
alone waiting for a next train
not to go somewhere but
to wait someone relieves his burden
After he moved in
his days floating around
and vanishes to everywhere
like the steam from trains
When sunset bleaches the steam
into light red, in the dark room
he stands still by the window
but stumbling to grab the steam in
Another train comes again but
without stopping just passes by
only the steam quickly turns to
dark red and vanishes away.