Metro-train is rumbling aloud,
But I hear the rhymes of your heart,
While my own is crying out,
That my will is nothing for God.

And I hear the murmur of rain
Falling down by holes of a sky,
And it makes me to think with a pain
That I had to tell you "Goodbye".

And in touching your hands
I feel love between us - 
Love with no sense,
Like a winter's grass,

Days and streets will pass by - 
But my hope can't die...