A train station is like a second home to me. It’s where I last saw you, as you walked away For a train that would take you so far astray. Tell me, did you ever look back to see me standing there on that platform? Did you ever have a last glance, my friend?
I did not realise then that that would be the last time That I would see you, my friend. Even though you exist still, You’re not at home anymore. You are not my friend that got on that train. Does my friend exist at all?
Since you turned away to that train, The world has changed you, my friend. You’re no longer the innocent one That once held my hand through it all. The world has turned you as cold as an icy winter Since I last saw you, my friend.
Train stations are now a familiar echo to me. I travel to them, One after the other, Searching for the person that I once knew. They do not spare me of the knowledge That you are long since gone, aren’t you my friend?
Standing on the platform so that I could watch you go, I could never have imagined how much The world would change us. You no longer exist in the sweet hue of my memories, But instead, lie in the barren desert Of my depleting mentality, as you’re no longer my friend.