There is snow,
Here is rain.
There is a blow,
Here is pain.
We didn't know
When will stop that train.
You didn't go.
I didn't blame.
Everything we shared
Was lost in time.
Everything we waited
Went out by the train.
Don't buy this ticket.
You late anyway.
Don't tickle my feelings.
I am passed away.
You already late
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