I forgot my plans for tomorrow
I don't even remember when I should set off.
When i stare at myself in the mirror
Chasing the outlines with a pencil
I remembered the past
I long to find eternal true love
Until I see the light in your eyes
In the silent night I found it
And sometimes, love can't continue
new york
How beautiful yet disturbing
new york
how beautiful
But it's disturbing
Sylvia felt that despite the high crime rate in New York, she still fell in love with it. In her opinion, there is no better city than New York.