I have my bags and boxes packed
And bring them to an old station
Just beyond the city limit
Where the old trees are overgrown
And I will not forget to bring
Red roses I picked carefully
By myself early this morning
From my garden's finest rose tree
September won't cast Friday rain
Not at least in this city part
Now I'm sitting on a night train
And the train's heading for your heart
ditulis oleh Rey Prameshwara
