The streets themselves are as busy as the people,
Who are always in a hurry, to nowhere in particular.
Voices are mostly raised, tempers always flaring,
But it never really comes down to fisticuffs; however, they give you the impression that it might.
Only if you take a much deeper look will you see the people’s souls bare.
They like to party and have a good time.
Make jokes about everything to mask the pain they actually feel.
Certainly, love good food too.
But to see all of these, we have to wear those masks so we can survive another today.
As a result, the extent of the pain is not fully grasped. And the magnitude of the joy is not completely expressed.
Deep down, they’re all a beautiful people who just want to live.