Говорят, что перены в жизни это к лючшему. Но так ли это. Вот мои перемены пока ни к чему хорошему не ведут. А ваши перемены к чему вас ведут к лучшему или худшему.

My city never sleeps. In the evening light up the lights and the city turns into a fairy tale. You walk down the street and see the bright shop Windows. Beautiful banners and posters. Every cafe or restaurant invite you. And you accidentally go into a cafe. You order coffee or tea. Sitting and thinking. After midnight the lights gradually extinguished. But the city was sinking into sleep. The stars that illuminate the city. So you don't want to sleep. Until the morning you go out on the streets. And only morning coming home.