People meet each other,
They fall in love,
They marry.
But not I - I have no luck.
Then last evening I saw this girl,
In the noisy train station,
Trains were coming and going.
She got on her train.
She smiled through the window.
The train moved out.
I just waved back to her.
Her blond hair was braided into pigtails,
Her eyes were heavenly blue,
Her smile was bright like springtime.
She was slender, sweet and very pretty.
Just maybe I'll meet her again some day.
She boarded her train.
She smiled through the window.
The train moved out,
I just waved back to her.
People get together.
People fall in love.
They get married.
But not I, I'm simply a failure.
Just a failure.
Just a failure,
Just a failure