The salty air touches my tongue,

The sound of waves whistling in my ears,

Oh! The province’s intimacy

Reminds me what I used to be.

My eyes were filled with cars and buildings,

People are bustling,

That city lights remind me of what I want to be,

Reflecting on my independence.

The city educated my mind,

As what the province reassured my heart,

What should I choose – my safe place or my responsibility?