The train leaves now
In which it takes thou
Underneath the blue light
Of the signal in the night
To the end of this world
In a shivery winter cold

I'm alone still at the platform,
Think we're talkin' till just now
About the life in the near future
And while we both were laughin';
By which I ride another train will
Also depart in three hours later

Although it is usual farewell
I don't know why but tears come to me
As if I could never meet thee
(Surely I can't meet thee; My heart
Goes out quickly for the funeral of myself
O me! Get hold of myself!)

To persuade myself, eyes are raised;
The blue signal light emerges in the fog,
It fatigues me like the balloon in which
Air escaped from my feeling on the contrary
Why was I laughing at that time?
Why didn't I dissolve into the mystery of life?

The train which I get on is now sleeping
But my sleep was packed with a black bag
And thou have brought it far away off
A cold morn will come around a cold night
And I'll get to know myself who was tired
In the unknown morn of unknown town

I'll become Tantalus's drawing water for thou
I laugh at having resigned from being myself
Dyeing my face sudden shame: Ah! Good-by!
The night train now departs for strange town