tragic train

A crowdy noise, loud music and beautiful scenery Having fun in the midst rain around the smell of tea Oof, the noisy grup made me crazy with the silly joke And then saw your ocean blue eye, make me blush again and again But it doesn't last long till I say you mine Someone else holding your arm, getting on my nerve He was great I won't lie but also I ride bus of jealousy Somewhere I wish something happen there and I can't say either it was tragic or magic train You sat just opposite of mine, I don't know what is happening But if I say anything it was gesture or magic of admist of rain it's make my heart wet, although we were under the train