The train I tried to disembark then,
It takes me now to places of Zen
A broken window longs for its sound
The memory’s lost cause now is found
My mind races ironclad tracks
Dancing a line of fantasy, fact
On edge of reason and rainy rushes
Our mystical year fell on beauty touches
We gently welcomed golden-rose daybreak
Deeply absorbing every electric mistake
Incessant chatter to morning birds sing
Oh but the light saw your ring
Even in the dawn’s metallic blue
ties could never lead me to you
parting journey somewhere unknown
My mind recalls your voice by phone
And as my train now turns to sleep
I see you gave me nothing to keep
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