Lyric

In the train watching the rural scenery

I was reflecting back on what really counts

The rails were laid on the green broad fields

That could have had rich crops giving people happiness

The old crunker train was running slowly that may have had few passengers but me

Outside the windows there was a gentle breeze and autumn sunlight

On my way to the little concert

The train was almost arriving at my destination

Near next station ,there was a small church

Which had a stylish steeple and was the concert venue

Starting seeing the small roofless station ,only I might have been going to get off

In front of me there was a narrow path to my little joy

" May I pray God for little thing though lots of bad things being heard ?

Here's just little music for me which is allowed from great compassion

It's hard to live

But why am I here in this strict world ?

Why do you think God allows me to live and even have a little ,little joy ? "

The comfortable tone sounding ,I thought this again and again

I wished a little joy would repeat

I wished a little joy would repeat

In the train watching the rural scenery

I was reflecting back on what really counts

The rails were laid on the green broad fields

That could have had rich crops giving people happiness

The old crunker train was running slowly that may have had few passengers but me

Outside the windows there was a gentle breeze

And little quiet stars at night