My neighborhood is flanked by terraced iron mountains
Dark clouds seemed to surround him
The river water is also murky black
They say they are victims of urbanization
A city that always beats 24 hours a day
Its activities have been bound in a labyrinth
Modernity displays the face of emptiness
I, who live there, find it very, very difficult to meet and chat with honesty
......
Words dipped red in poetry,
Carved into marble mysteries,
Basking beneath her gilded majesty—
A humble request,
From a writer left in quiet distress,
Still chasing his next conquest.
Not fame of fleeting days,
But that forged in immortality's blaze—
A name still whispered, still sung,
......
Words dipped red in poetry,
Carved into marble mysteries,
Basking beneath her gilded majesty—
A humble request,
From a writer left in quiet distress,
Still chasing his next conquest.
Not fame of fleeting days,
But that forged in immortality's blaze—
A name still whispered, still sung,
......
My neighborhood is flanked by terraced iron mountains
Dark clouds seemed to surround him
The river water is also murky black
They say they are victims of urbanization
A city that always beats 24 hours a day
Its activities have been bound in a labyrinth
Modernity displays the face of emptiness
I, who live there, find it very, very difficult to meet and chat with honesty
......