A city…
It’s not just streets, buildings, and lights.
Every corner, every alley, every quiet lane holds a story.

Every day, it gives birth to new hopes,
Every night, it fills the skies with fresh dreams.
People are walking, struggling, waiting, chasing —
and in the end, finding their own purpose.

Every face you pass
is silently holding onto a dream close to the heart.
Here, dreams meet reality,
and life begins its cycle all over again.

For people like me,
the pictures once seen on classmate notebook covers
have turned into real memories.

Every passing train
whispers the speed of life,
the rhythm of ambition,
the urgency of becoming.

There’s a quiet kind of magic in New York—
a city where dreams don’t just exist,
they live.