Night train… night train… Iron grinding, carrying longing Distant village… faces blurred Father waiting… Mother loving… Shadows in the mist, The wheels are singing prayers Sorrow… sorrow in gray… Her gaze cuts through my body Like an embrace, Like a whisper, Like a mirror— I am the one who’s lost She whispered a tale with eyes heavy with sorrow Of a daughter, of an illness, Of a face erased by time And I— I am the reflection, I am the shadow returned I hear the girl singing, From the endless tracks, From the frozen night— “Come home… come home… come home…” Night train, night train, It never stops— Am I going home, or am I fading? Am I going home… or am I fading?
