I saw you were  seating  in the car park
In the wooden chair, no one I saw there
And you expected no one there by heart 
But I crossed your path by a similar idea
We met unexpectedly in a place called "park" 

Since all rooms were taken by busy hearts
And all the streets were filled with running cars
We are  forced to park here, the place we share 
Could this meeting up last for thousands of years?