Do send the news from the world beyond
to those who still remain,
give me a hug, come and wait for me:
I’m just coming.
What I like most is to be able to leave
with no more fear,
Now it's better to be able to return
whenever I want to.
Every day, like in a swing
a vibrant crowd on the railway station:
there is someone who comes to stay,
someone else leaves for nevermore.
Someone comes here eager to get back
Someone is going away, wanting to strive
Someone else have come here to take a look
Someone else to laugh, someone else to cry.
And so...
coming and going
are just two sides of the same journey.
The train that comes
is the same one of the departure.
The hour of meeting is at the same time
a goodbye,
the platform of this railway station
is the life of this place of mine,
is the life
of this place of mine, is the life.