High rise sounds, concrete noises
Viewing of words, advertising spirit poison
Exhaust mixed with perfume smells
Robots with souls, smiles so fake, so cold
Different but one, city scapes drenched in city sun
Digital world for digital girls
Surrounded by strangers, comfortable dangers
Just sit and listen, a lesson
Magical moments, experience no less than left to right,
Dimly lit streets, bright lights
Countless stars not to be seen,
Eyes can’t comprehend, can’t stay open and co-create dreams.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem