You went lost on the crowded platform,
before you could give me the red roses,
I waved without seeing you,
it was goodbye for ever
without a real ending.
The train started moving.
Alone, the crowd now gone
I walked away in the opposite direction.
When I looked back,
I noticed a rose lying on the rails.
Had you thrown it out of the window?
It got crushed by already another train,
the red confetti making blood stains in the sky.
By then your train had slowly faded in cadence:
Goodbye, goodbye, goodbye.