The narrow alley wears a quiet shade,
Where neon signs in foreign script look down;
A fleeting world where ancient arts are made,
Tucked deep within the corners of the town.
Where neon signs in foreign script look down;
A fleeting world where ancient arts are made,
Tucked deep within the corners of the town.
An old man stands before the window pane,
To watch the steam and simple flavors rise;
A quiet witness to a distant reign,
With thoughtful memories behind his eyes.
To watch the steam and simple flavors rise;
A quiet witness to a distant reign,
With thoughtful memories behind his eyes.
The modern city rushes fast outside,
Yet time stands still beside the kitchen stove;
Where simple traditions quietly abide,
To serve a taste of comfort and of love.
Yet time stands still beside the kitchen stove;
Where simple traditions quietly abide,
To serve a taste of comfort and of love.
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