When someone leaves, they shake hands
At the train station, people smile as best they can
How often are the debts of our longing left unpaid
Already swept away by an express train
When someone departs, you stand between trains
And inside sits the one it all revolves around
One could arrange this 'everything' differently
With a look, a word, maybe too late
When someone departs, the heart travels
And it roams about somewhere all alone
It is sometimes difficult not to derail
The smartest way to talk is to remain silent
If one goes away, nothing can be forgotten
And every day is a page of memories
If someone goes away, you don't need to eat anything
You get full so easily from swallowing tears
If one is gone, there are picture postcards
And now and then a thick letter
A heavy verb is the little word "to wait"
And 'farewell' a final imperative