I have stood on the edge of the pavement
Many cars passed
Many birds passed
I saw some little leaves on the ground
And some far smoke was coming out from the chimney of the passing train.
And once I could see its windows reflecting images in my eyes.
I saw many faces
Happy and sad
I saw many eyes
Brown and blue
The train of goodbye carried the images to other destinations.
And I went back to the pavement continued to home under the rain carrying sparks of memories and the reflections of windows of the passing train.
