A couple of years
Aged me
At least ten years
Now I can't help but wonder
How fast
They pass by
The familiar and the strange sceneries
The new and the old stations
Dream lays down a blanket
Over my life
And again everything blends
Until finally, stands out
A man, who carries
His not cried cry
Through a cold land
Again and again
Ghost train!
I look at the small hours
From the train's window
Dewy,
Misty fields
I see myself
In the middle of the mist
Standing alone
At a new station
Ghost train!
To there, as cursed…
Ghost train!
…I sit bewitched!