At the main railway station, everything goes on as it always has.
The platform announcements drone on in distorted familiar sounds
I sit alone on a full suitcase near the newsstand
with a dry throat, my ticket in hand.
I wanted to go without you to the station
and simply get onto the train without looking back.
That was perhaps the best time
the time of my life,
but now it's time for me to move on.
We had a good time.
One day I'll come back, if God lets me.
I hope that you never forget our time here.
Perhaps it's a mistake, to quietly slip away
I'm already starting to miss you so much
But after many a painful farewell, the next warm welcome follows.
At the main railway station, everything goes on as it always has.