The rail seems to extend as far as we could imagine otherwise over a period of our lifetime. Some people say it symbolizes the development of the society by reducing geographical isolations while others complain that it just seemingly brings us closer and in fact tears us apart.
The stories taking place on the trains are from and beyond our imagine. Passengers get on and off continuously without break, starting or ending their lives along the way. Backing home with accomplishments or heading to a new place with hopes, I could just wish our lives blossom and flourish with the whistles of the trains.
While I am on the train, I always seem to become a girl of deep reflection. With thousands of paradoxical coming and going in my mind, I have finally figured out nothing and found I myself was a paradox. Gradually, I realized that there is no answer for the paradox and ambiguity of the society and we do not need any coordinated approaches to the problems. We could naturally conduct our life agreeably in any situations by keep going like a tireless train. After all, it is us who are powering it up.
The end is another start. This is the most wonderful part of a trip on the train that I could expect so far, either traveling with a lover or strangers is not really matter.