Board a train,
Travel north,
Over rusted bridges, withered trees.
Faded cities
Like graves; lifeless, dark, heavy.
Fog sweeps up and down
Brushing souls, awake, yet not.
Travel south,
Over windy mellows, bright green hills.
Simple villages
Windmills churning, winds blowing.
Cattles roam the hills
Red and white; upon green, below blue.
Travel west,
Over rapid streams, under caves.
Wasted lands
Like dried-out corpses; soulless, hollow, empty.
Wanderer with his camel
Lingering, lost, alone.
Travel east,
Over towering mountains, animals hidden.
Bright castles
People shouting, fire burning.
All hidden in the mist
Never to be discovered.
Travel back to the origin,
Over rusted bridges, windy mellows, rapidstreams, towering mountains.
To where all began,
To the first station of the train.