Paris is not good.

I know its crazy to believe someone who said Paris is not good.
You will start to wonder that because I was living too close.
Paris isnt my dream.
I just dont fill up the beat.
I dont know how to enjoy life.
I dont know how to be thankful.

I accept that.
Yea, Paris isnt my dream or maybe I just dont know how to fill up the beat.
But, Living and be in Paris aint that easy and more complicated than that.
Paris is under your expectation, and being under expectation is hard.
Paris doesnt have anything that people wanted.
Paris just unconditionally loved by people who have everything already.

You cant just come and loving things you didnt sow.
Paris with 13 lines of metro wouldnt make you love it.
Paris with stairs everywhere wouldnt make you stay.
Paris with 'complaining drivers' wouldnt make you satisfied.
Paris with no smile and with the garbage all over the street wouldnt even make you understand why people wanting to go back.

I am living in peaceful and safe city,
where everyone helping without arrogance.
They smile without make us feeling something is wrong.
No one wants to take our wallet.

Paris isnt good.
Paris wouldnt be city that makes me wanting to take mom to.
Paris is dark yet sparkling.
Paris is bad yet shining.

Bienvenue รก Paris.

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