There's a city where all dreams crumble,
Where it's simply stuffy, heavy, and impossible.
There's a city where you and I wandered,
There's a city where love was possible.
The sky, the streets, the landscape,
Music in the soul and in the
mood.
It sounded gentle, mysterious to us,
We lived thinking it would last forever.
Spring, love, fragrant bouquets of roses,
Spring, love, and we are full of hope.
But life managed to change everything for us,
But life took shape and changed boldly.
The same streets, the same houses, and you and me,
The same music still plays in the restaurants.
But your soul and I have hardened,
A trace remains, the wounds have not healed.
The shooting stars are beautiful in the sky,
The streets at night are beautiful.
We have different paths,
But we haven't forgotten anything.
City of Hopes
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