Everyday, I wait for my love to return.
Ever since that day she left the station, she never returned.
So, I would wait on her, day and night, winter, spring, summer, and fall.
But she never came.
It feels like months, or even years have gone by since I've touched her beautiful face.
Oh Carol, when will you return?
I'd love you so much.
To this day, I still wait at the station for your return.
If I were to leave, I'm afraid I'd miss your arrival.
~ End
