It appears at the western end of a city When the feet stop for a moment while carrying a lantern Various kinds of graffiti nest there Belonging to graduate degree seekers Majestic buildings continue to grow Like green grass in an old yard Sometimes I think about living a simple life But I haven't had time to have the power They are starting to mushroom like ants without a king Apathy, old passions and solidarity are increasingly stretched life Raindrops are falling Trying to muffle and quell the commotion Spotlights are shining behind the window Fear offers me a place to go home I can't stand it if I look at the crowds for a long time And the noise of whistles that damage my eardrums It's as if the streets are the place of the competition The city feels tired of traffic jams Starting to hate the density And the fans no longer respect the ethics of life I immediately rebelled in thoughts Hands of sincerity took me to my hometown A place that is calm and far from intersections That binds my soul to a struggle That makes me realize to continue pursuing my dreams