Train, when slowly arrives at the station, my heart fills with joy.
Whenever I arrive at this station, by the train, I can see her face wearing a beautiful smile.
It seems, for only me, her face appears at the station.
Today, in a crowd, I see that face standing immensely near.
The moment I extended my hand to caress her face, I woke up from my dream.
It is the same station; the same train. In a single breath, I rushed down the train and saw; it is the same crowd. But, her face cannot be seen.
My heart aches, as if part of my soul died.
I have just translated it into English, on his request. 🙂