Well I waited him to the stationWith a phone in my handYeah, I followed him to the stationWith a suitcase in my handWhoa, its hard to tell, its hard to tellWhen all your loves in vainWhen the train come in the stationI looked him in the eyeWell the train come in the stationAnd I looked him in the eyeWhoa, I felt so sad so lonesomeThat I could not help but cryWhen the train left the stationIt had two lights on behindYeah, when the train left the stationIt had two lights on behindWhoa, the blue light was my babyAnd the red light was my mindAll my love was in vainAll my loves in vain Foreword This story specially written as my birthday present for my friend Fira Rahmadania.To my friend, the birthday girl...May you have a very special birthday filled with everything your desires, and may all your birthday wishes come true!!Love, peace, and happiness always be with you.HAPPY BIRTHDAY!!!!!