Like the rhythm of the heart and pulse
The dull sound of iron wheels on the night train
Leaning against the white car window,
Just the heat of the breath of the fresh grenade
Running through the middle of the night.
Again, the train that had been running stopped,
It didn’t go as far as I expected.
But with my eyes wide open, I can’t sleep,
For the swaying night, for the hungry hours
I was satisfied that I could give you something.
Perhaps, in the long darkness of the night train,
Briefly at a small station, like a spicy dish
A bowl of salty Gerak noodles
With a bitter cup of coffee
Adding a fresh twist to boredom.
Without moving, I made it to the final stop
Rather than being trapped on a fixed track,
For a moment, within the limits of being a simple station,
At the very least, if it’s just a refreshing mood boost,
In fact, it was better to say it was okay.
Suddenly, I saw someone running through this darkness,
Traveling by train alone is truly
In everyday life that feels like a thousand coins,
Searching for the lost me, resting
Could it have been my own small station?
Maybe I want to make a simplified station
Just being there
As if you could fall into a small happiness
Always looking forward to the next simplified station in my life,
Today was another train trip.