Here the train of life goes running,
Day or night, rain or sun, it runs, it runs.
One is heading to see mother, longing it’s an ocean,
Another, his sweetheart awaits at the station.
Welcoming people, seeing them off, on the endless road,
Your eyes don’t shut. No, they never sleep.
- chorus
Your arms make it run and our train keeps running,
thousands of hearts united by the machinist with each station.
Running on endless rails, through the train he rallies the hearts,
You shorten our distances, unite our loves.
And thousands of people missing one another, everywhere ...