Metro-train is rumbling aloud,
But I hear the rhymes of your heart,
While my own is crying out,
That my will is nothing for God.
And I hear the murmur of rain
Falling down by holes of a sky,
And it makes me to think with a pain
That I had to tell you "Goodbye".
And in touching your hands
I feel love between us -
Love with no sense,
Like a winter's grass,
Days and streets will pass by -
But my hope can't die...