Emotional Shit-Part 1

....And the train rolled on,every day
Hundreds of people coming or going or running away
Goodbye,Goodbye!
I haven't seen you again,bright boy at the carriage window,
Waving to me calling,
But I've loved you all these years and looked for you everywhere,
In citites and villages,beside the sea,
In the mountains,in crowds at distant places;
Returning always to the forest's silence,
To watch the windows of some passing train....