East Bun, West Pico

 East Bun, West Pico—where the culture learns to tell our stories with different taste; every episode got a tone, every lesson had a theme.

East Buns steam,

lights up the avenue,
smells great, tastes delicious.

soothing the mood with a cup of drink; 

recharge ourselves, rewrite our stories.
neon buzzing, voice humming low,
Every corner has a story to show.

West Pico’s got so many shapes and flavors,

smell fresh, taste great,

make us enjoy a day with fresh ideas;
headlights carving morning blue,
the journey walks fast when the passion gets inspired.

East Bun, West Pico—

where the food makes us feel full.
every culture got a flavor, 

every place got something unique we can smell,
from the hush to the hustle, 

we don’t fold, we won’t bend,
we keep moving forward with our own strength,

till the world feels our enthusiasm.

Local shops, global markets,
Culture meets the worldwide snacks,
some take the bite for-

 what they didn’t try before,
some taste the differences open mindedly.

The world is explored via diverse rhymes;
convey true understanding of what we have,
if you go, I come, that’s the cycle of,
What we share and what we have—

East Bun, West Pico—

where the culture learns to tell our stories with different taste;
every episode got a tone, 

Every lesson had a theme.
From the hush to the hustle, 

we don’t fold, we won’t bend,
we keep moving forward—

till the entire world listens to what we speak of...

Change is part of realm,
  we light up our mood,
painted imaginary pictures on what we saw & felt;
turning trouble into stories unfold, 

turning tears into an idea glow. 

 East Bun, West Pico—

still we’re here, still we’re true,
Enjoy tasting global food,
no matter what the morning brings up,
we’ll keep recharging to -

make the day going smoothly, 

get our problems solved.

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