BERLIN

德國東北部，柏林的煤油街燈，空氣彷彿有歷史的味道。
沉重的過去、無虞的現在，人們在街上來往行走。

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灰色的歷史，人們按部就班；繽紛的城牆，人們肆意奔放。害怕遺忘所以我們將城市的一切留在地面以上，地面之下我們慶祝生命與美麗與歌與舞蹈。

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只有承受過苦難的人能創造出極致燦爛美麗的藝術，
牆外牆內、戰內戰外，我們此刻仍然活著，仍然擁有未來。用生命與對生命的愛為柏林與城塗牆色彩，自由的人舞動生命

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Gloomy day in northeast Germany, aged city, 
routinely days. You can smell history in the air.
 
There’s grace in its might told by the stories of old,
strength in its artifacts from cultures untold, a fallen 
wall that stands the test of time;The past is dead, 
but we are alive.

 
We fear oblivion and so we’ll let the city above 
ground remember.We go underground for light and 
more. Paint the walls with passion for life and colour
the city with creation and love. Free people dance.