As the day changes hands with the twilight,
I was lonely, strolling every corner of the city.
Thousands of tall buildings
Standing in front of the long-forgotten mountain
Neither do I remember its name.
They hurl out millions of flickering lights
Gleaming and glittering like the fireflies.
The neon lights have took over the moon’s duty
They shine even brighter and beautiful
And the calm river gladly reflected them on its surface
A gift to an artist full of imagination.
The Penang Bridge doesn’t want to lose too
All the way, tiny lights hanging on to it
Painting my car’s mirror
Accompany me all my way home.
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