The vein is beating,
The train is coming.
red-white-green train,
Rolling from the heart to the sunset.
The heartbeat in motion,
Calmness ripples in the air.
Stop running —
This train will take you through the wide fields,
Passing by the rabbits,
the cows,
the deer,
the dog walkers.
Heartbeats violently dissolve in the wind.
Inside the train is only a fairy tale,
Time is the ticket.
Do you see your pulse racing into the sunset?
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