... our love and dreams are mixed with this city. Every day we are trying to fulfill that dream. Maybe someone is succeeding, maybe someone is losing in the darkness of failure. Nevertheless, we are trying to make dreams a reality by avoiding problems.
Maybe one day my dreams will be as colorful and bright as the city's colorful lights. Maybe the dreams will become white and black. But the pace of mechanical life will not stop for anyone. Time will continue at its own pace and rules.
Maybe, someone new will come to my place, with a new dream, a fight for a new life. That's the rule. The old people of the city will be lost, and new ones will come and embrace the city to color their dreams.
Happy Saturday!
