It is really hard.
But it is time to fly above
And move away from my yard.
Ten years of Countless Memories
Stuck in my heart.
They are go to remedies
For a fresh start.
Sadly this place is no longer mine
Currently it's nothing but a tourist spot.
However there is no need to whine
As I can still see it a lot.
With a heavy heart I wave my hand
To this city.
Standing on the sand
Which is very tricky.
But a goodbye is a start of something new
Which is hard to accept.
Yet it is understood by a few
Which deserves huge respect.
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