Even though the country was a nice and
quiet place,
I never was too fond with it,
The hustle and bustle of the city,
Was never forgotten in my heart,
Though the pollution was clear to smell,
My days of youth was stayed there.
Far away from where I lived,
I walked for miles to remember my youth.
Once again I was there,
Though things have changed since I was
there,
My hair now gray and the city was modern,
The hustle and bustle was kept there.
My heart knew…
That this is the place where I belong.
