Journey Home Poem by Shaw Luo

I boarded the train
from the very east to the west

Lovers holding hands
Leaning towards the windows
City's lights flashing on their eyes
Roses' blossom in such a late night

A woman rushed in
She took over the seat, and
the peace beside me
Her mobile phone was constantly ringing
Wouldn't it be better
to leave it till the morning duty?

I was reading some strangers' poems
Listening to some strangers' musics
The train door opened and closed
Some came, some left
None knew me

None is going to know me
Even if I boarded this
for a hundred and one times