Station, countless shadow,
Shadow, could not capture the emotion.
Why face separation in the crowd.
Leaving the train whistle blew,
I do not move heavy arms waving.
If you pass the future of the city,
I am afraid we must brewing for a long time even sigh!
Sunset, from a distance but floated ray flowers.
Because I did not praise and roses are blooming,
So you can not bring a goodbye.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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