"The story, idea, and lyrics are the original work of Lamefroid." Copyright © 2026 Lamefroid. All rights reserved He sits alone on the cold bench stone. Trains roar past like dying moans. He slips inside each fleeting life, then watches them vanish into night. Nothing after the train… Nothing after the train… Only silence, only rain. Nothing after the train… Passengers swarm like startled crows, each one a world that comes and goes. He loves them all for half a breath, then they are gone. And nothing is left. Nothing after the train… Nothing after the train… Only silence, only rain. Nothing after the train… Sleep claims him soft, without a sound. He wakes inside a train outbound. Beyond the glass his son stands still, eyes full of words that never will. One goodbye breaks against the pane, never reaches, never remains. Nothing… Nothing… Only rain that fell… Nothing… Nothing… A muted farewell.
