We are all passengers on a train of dreams,
crossing the plains of cold reality.
The tracks run through a land of illusions
where illuminated windows beckon lonely travelers.
In the white veil enveloping the landscape,
a little girl posting a letter seems like
an innocent mirage of a vanished childhood.
Memories of the past explode in the darkness
and slowly melt away like dying snowflakes.
Station after station, we try to disembark at our destination,
knocking on a red door, behind which
perhaps lies the secret of a winter night of love.
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