Why do you stand at my grave, drowning in tears?
I am not lost in the city\'s clamor.
This is not death, but merely a pause,
I am hidden in the concrete jungle.
I\'m not stuck in life\'s traffic jam.
I flow ceaselessly through the metro tunnels,
I\'m calling you on memory\'s cellphone.
I\'m flying amidst skyscrapers,
Tell them, I exist in every corner of the city,
Flowing eternally as the river of existence.