The hustling, bustling speed of the city,

People rushing, racing each other all day.

No one takes time to stop and look, the pity.

To look at what we built, how the bays changed

Beauty in every road, every building and sign

The natural sights are growing slim

Skyscrapers rise taller than mountains

The natural lighting is growing dim

We trade waterfalls for fountains

The nature of humanity is  to grow

People of old are longing for the past

Traffic hugs sharp turns like young rivers flow

The progress of humanity moves fast

Humanity is alive. Humanity is beauty.