My neighborhood is flanked by terraced iron mountains
Dark clouds seemed to surround him
The river water is also murky black
They say they are victims of urbanization
A city that always beats 24 hours a day
Its activities have been bound in a labyrinth
Modernity displays the face of emptiness
I, who live there, find it very, very difficult to meet and chat with honesty
......
The rivers "Wye, the Severn, the Teme"
A magical place to walk; a place to dream,
Away from life`s endless hustle and bustle,
To listen to the Bulrushes gentle sweet rustle.
By the river crouches the Weeping Willow,
Dew dripping from its slender leaves!
Like lost loves tears on your pillow,
O`How~the~broken~heart~grieves.
......
The rivers "Wye, the Severn, the Teme"
A magical place to walk; a place to dream,
Away from life`s endless hustle and bustle,
To listen to the Bulrushes gentle sweet rustle.
By the river crouches the Weeping Willow,
Dew dripping from its slender leaves!
Like lost loves tears on your pillow,
O`How~the~broken~heart~grieves.
......
My neighborhood is flanked by terraced iron mountains
Dark clouds seemed to surround him
The river water is also murky black
They say they are victims of urbanization
A city that always beats 24 hours a day
Its activities have been bound in a labyrinth
Modernity displays the face of emptiness
I, who live there, find it very, very difficult to meet and chat with honesty
......