Narrow streets worn down,
From hundreds of compact cars,
Passing by.
Concrete buildings with chipping paint,
From the numerous of typhoons,
Passing through.
Neon signs slowly fading,
From the thousands of memorable nights,
Now in the past.
Stray cats with graying fur,
From the hundreds of pale moons,
Passing overhead.
Sound of crashing waves falling silent,
From the millions of years,
Passing by.
Slowly growing old,
From the passing time.
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