Amidst the city's vibrant glow, where dreams collide,
A symphony of souls, on this thrilling ride.
The night ablaze with electric energy,
We chase our passions, in perfect harmony.
Through the misty haze, we find our sweet release,
Enveloped in music, our worries find peace.
The bassline throbs, like a heartbeat's call,
Guiding us through the night, standing tall.
In this urban jungle, where love's a game,
We dance with strangers, hearts set aflame.
Yet beneath the surface, a yearning resides,
For a love that's true, where our souls coincide.
We sway to the rhythm, bodies intertwined,
Seeking solace in melodies, our spirits aligned.
Amidst the chaos, a glimmer of hope appears,
A connection that transcends, erasing all fears.
So let the Chainsmokers' beats ignite the fire, As we navigate this world, filled with desire. In every lyric, a story unfolds, Of love, loss, and the tales yet untold.
So dance with me, beneath the moonlit sky,
Let the music guide us, as time swiftly flies.
For in this moment, we break free from the chains,
Embracing the beat, where our spirit remains.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
It's a beautiful poem. But I'm not sure if I get the metaphor. Are we promoting smoking? (Or are we referencing the band?)
No just a freedom a wandering vibe