Smoky & Kuruk
Smoky Smoky
Kuruk Kuruk
Kuruk Kuruk
There's a quiet song that runs along the river at dusk, like a low jazz riff. Do you ever notice how the water echoes a melody?
Smoky Smoky
The river’s got its own jazz line, a soft hum that follows the river's curve. I catch that note when I’m out on the pier, let the water’s rhythm shape the next verse. It’s like the city’s breathing, one beat at a time.
Kuruk Kuruk
It’s beautiful how the city mirrors the river, like a slow wave riding on a steady beat. The rhythm of life is always there if we listen.
Smoky Smoky
I hear that too, when the city lights flicker, it’s like the river’s own heartbeat, slow and steady. Keep listening, you’ll find the pulse in the silence.
Kuruk Kuruk
I find the pulse in the hush between the waves, in the way the city’s lights pause and breathe. Stay in that quiet space and the rhythm will reveal itself.