New York, New York

I forgot what I had planned for tomorrow

And I can't remember when it's time to set off

As I gaze at myself in the mirror

I trace each outline with a pencil

I remember the past

I long to find true love that lasts forever

Until I saw the light in your eyes

In the stillness of the dark night, I found it

And sometimes, love can't go on

New York

So beautiful, yet unsettling

New York

So beautiful

Yet unsettling

Sylvia feels that, despite New York's high crime rate, she is still in love with the city. In her eyes, there is no city better than New York.