A moment at the railroad crossing

I stopped for a while till the Goods train moves.
Oh! Huge materials carry on that,
And it seems to be a non-stop train.
I counted the goods one by one,
To pass the time and my ghost like soul
Taken the impression what's the train showed.
'The life too is a non-stop train and we carry our huge sins
On our oblique shoulders.' My hidden ghost murmured.

* Half of my journey I have dreamed ragged Station Masters holding their unlit lanterns.