Dawn break in the east

As the earth colder by two degrees

Just in any minutes

The day will begin or end for our hands

As time ticking,

The heart is beating rapidly

Waken up the slumbered city

Liven up the empty streets

With the jacket attached and hands folded on the chest

The crowds move in the same rhythm, albeit in different directions

In big and fast steps, they run, chasing the fading darkness

Some are leaving; some are returning

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