From Queensway to Richmond.
Every stop there's someone new.
How can I not noticed their distance self.
Their newly made expression.
In the train there's colours on every words
Slurred in various tones
Ringtones and laughters intervenes every moment
Every moment of me staring at the window
Hoping to catch your eyes
Then I remember,
I'm getting older as days gone by
Can't wait for you any longer
Because I'm getting older
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