Waiting for you,
is like waiting for the train that never arrives.
But the truth is…
I’ve always been waiting for you.
The station has been crowded,
But I have always been here.
People convinced me to leave,
to go back home.
When my feet hurt, I would think I should go home.
But where is home?
I’ve been standing here for so long…I forgot.
I’m still waiting for your train to arrive,
so that I can see your smile.
Smiling only for me.
I’ve seen so many faces,
people had tried to talk to me,
yet…why am I still here?
Waiting patiently by the line.
Sometimes I wonder…
If I jump into the tracks, will you finally come?
So at least I will know, that you would come for me.