Kijun Times

The Whistle of a Midnight Train

There goes a train far into the land of memory

With 'peace' as its sign, calling me:

" Get on board, get on, long-lost child;

  Here are the souls you seek,

  Filling full every coach;

  We are going into the land of the past.

  Oh, starved, kicked, and dragged

  In the wicked play of life,

  We are going to a place you can rest,

  There are warm breasts you can sleep in. "