A ticket back

An ancient square...A station platform... Iron wheels' beat.Beyond the schedules...The star-bound trains move through the heat.No one’s in a hurry here...No tears of joy, no warm embrace.I’m standing on the platform edge...A frozen soul in a hollow space.

I’d buy a ticket back...To that summer, to the golden sun.Where the tide meets the shore,And our happiness had just begun.I’d buy a ticket back...Trade a hundred years for one sunrise.But here’s the bitter truth:No train goes back to those skies.

Memory keeps calling...To the place where I no longer dwell.Through the storms and blizzards,Where my fading footprints fell.I crave a drop of warmth...The tears of joy I used to know.But I’m still on the platform...Shivering in the falling snow.

Sell me a ticket back...To where the memory leaves a trace.The years are fading into black...I’d give a century for your face.

No trains go there...I'm so cold.