the difficulty of my road

There was a boy, sitting on a train
he looked happy,but he lived in pain
I sat beside him, my heart warmed up
at the next station he grabbed my hand
we felt love like never before
this is forever, of that I'm sure.
But then the train was at its end.
And the boy disappeared
My heart was cold again.
Die by the lost and the emptiness.
It doesn't matter
because, once we will be together.