Waiting for the Last Train

It was afternoon when I arrived,
At the train station with you on my mind,
For every land you ran,  every oceans you swam,  and every mountains you climbed,
I just hope you're going home this time.

I counted every seconds and every minutes,
That turned into hours till the skies turned scarlet,
Immediately I felt sadness in my spirit.

And so,  I opened my phone and read it again,
Your messange saying "I'm going home for a show"
But I was very dissapointed to realize that it was recieved a year ago!

Still not contented,  a small hope remains,
So I waited till the last train,
That ended me up crying and you are to blame,
Because like always,  you never came.