Between hometown and the city of dream,
place which makes my eyes dance in glee
nostalgia washes me in a moonlight beam.
Struggling to deal with the city’s dual theme,
one-sided affairs are something I do not agree;
between hometown and the city of dream.
I mourn that these places cannot be a team,
always longing for the one which I flee;
nostalgia washes me in a moonlight beam.
Hometown is now a luxury voucher, I redeem,
another is where I moved after a lot of plea,
between hometown and the city of dream.
Weighed under indecisiveness, my inside screams,
though the future brings a promise, yet
nostalgia washes me in a moonlight beam.
I seize yesterday, rejecting the Latin carpe diem,
with a cup of tea, I enjoy the most is memory spree.
Between hometown and the city of dream,
nostalgia washes me in a moonlight beam.
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