Riding on a train,
I can hear the faint sound of rain.

The train keeps moving ahead
With no station to stop at.
Filled with so many passengers all around;
Some wearing their imaginary crowns
While some others are wearing frowns.

On my left,
I see a group of children
Dancing to a song of joy
Sung by another group of young teenagers
Who have no worries to hold on to.

Then my eyes fall on a group of
young adults, probably in their early...