Dreams: My city is merciless

My city is merciless, it gives me everything I see, sometimes I see beauty in its busyness, and sometimes it's the chaos and chaos of my city. Tenth, reflection. He shows himself to me, Oh, my cruel city, wait a little, go more slowly, maybe my look is because of attributing to you, maybe my look is short of this commotion.My city is merciless, it gives me everything I see, sometimes I see beauty in its busyness, and sometimes it's the chaos and chaos of my city. Tenth, reflection. He shows himself to me, Oh, my cruel city, wait a little, go more slowly, maybe my look is because of attributing to you, maybe my look is short of this commotion.