In my sleep, I see you at midnight, impatiently
waiting for the train at the subway station
A shivering cold breeze whispers in your ears and nose
The platform is almost empty and silent
The silence weaves a fearful feeling…
Somewhere, deep in the tunnel
narrow light flashes on the rails
as if it were silver snakes
The train gently stops…
As the train stops at each station, it becomes empty…
Now you are alone in the compartment!
A group of punks enter the train with loud music
Their red-arrow eyes talking dirty words;
their breath diffusing smell of spirit
They dressed with golden ornaments
like ancient Roman soldiers
In my restless sleep, I feel your heart beating faster than the train…
You slowly close your eyes and start reciting the rosary
For a moment, you feel a piece of quietness…
You gently open your eyes; the rowdies are all gone!
Miles away, someone also was reciting the rosary beads.