DisoveryPHONK 词：kord 曲：kord Beneath the towering concrete spires, The city breathes, a symphony of wires. Neon lights paint the night with hues, A canvas of dreams, both old and new. The streets, a maze of hurried feet, Each step a beat, a silent retreat. People pass like fleeting shadows, Carrying stories, both joy and sorrows. In the park, a patch of green, Amidst the chaos, a peaceful sheen. Trees stand tall, like silent sentinels, Guarding memories, both deep and gentle. The river flows, a liquid vein, Through the heart of this urban terrain. It whispers secrets of days gone by, As the city sleeps, beneath the midnight sky. In this concrete jungle, we find our place, In the ebb and flow, the daily chase. The city, a poem, ever -changing, In its embrace, our souls are ranging.