IMPERIAL SMOKE TOWN

The smoke rises with the sound of the waves,
Rolling in to the shore.

The railway's got no tricks, just high-tech input,
Where are all the lonely souls?

The sun sets, a silhouette wafts from afar,
A girl with soft, nostalgic eyes blinks at me.

She knows it all,
Humans nurture us, teach us, praise us,
Those were the happy days,
So long ago,
Until that day comes.

Concealed imperial,
Oh, don’t come here,
You’ll get caught in a lobotomy.

My beloved smoke town,
Hiding her and us.