I am on the last train,
Way to heaven,
Still listening the song November rain.
Nothing to lose, Nothing to gain,
Nothing but memories remain.
It is just like the ugliest stain,
Gone but still remain.
I am still walking on the solitary lane,
It was a winter night in Spain,
I know I was insane.
I was waiting for you every now and then.
Now I think I should not care for any selfish pain.