Getting past the chaos is the hard part.

After that, our city is alive in every block.

The air feels lighter,

Like your mind after a walk.

And the honking of the horns,

Aren’t as loud as they seem

The blur of the street lights

Red mixes with green

Like the tree during December

But the yellow is enough

To warm the city with its ember

The stars are our lamps

The moon is the billboard

The sun doesn’t exist here

In our city

We don’t fear

We will never grow cold,

Because we have love to keep us warm

In the heart of the city

We can face any storm