[ He does not linger by the station the way he did in the early days, hoping (fearing) for faces he once knew, but he still comes by often - he has no choice, in truth, not with his dear ones living nearby.
But that song, he knows the sound of that life, that figure...
He steps hesitantly into the station gates and calls out ]
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But that song, he knows the sound of that life, that figure...
He steps hesitantly into the station gates and calls out ]
Fingon? Cousin, is that you?