As usual, from the window of my room, I see the train for the airport. Even now, I wonder how you feel while you commute to that station every morning. Monorail, go with our memories aboard and just once bring back that time I wish I had gone back to, for me now. I see you as you go to your office. I follow you to recover the love that is about to break, but your back says good-bye as you walk up the terminal stairs. Monorail, go and at least carefully deliver her to that station. Staying here now, I just watch after you and pray for your good luck. Many pairs of navy blue wings today also take off from the airport and melt into the sky.
