The evening as you can see
is glittering across the old city
where everything is new
There is a rush for newness here.
For cars, For clothes
For hotels, For food
For apartments, For condos
There is a rush for newness here
Right here in the old city
Old people trying to live new life
Young ones too eager to follow
There is a rush for newness
in the old city
Only the gods who stand over us
are not new!
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I would like to translate this poem
rapturous everyone to the new to the illusory new to the evaporating newness...........