In the corner of this city
Just in front of the rail station
It was just too early if the birds which usually sing gone home.
When I was child, a train for me was similar to a big dragon.
With patient I wait for that to pass and I run after it
Nowadays almost every single hour I heard and see people and I commute by it
I miss my childhood, a pax where I could yell and scream loudly to the big dragon.
I miss my past, an era where I may spoilt about anything I like.
In the corner of this city, one train drop the passengers by
Then soon left me, who could not scream anymore alone
I am in front of the station still.
Do not ignore me my big dragon, come to see me please.