The New Year on Lunar Calendar
Injects sunshine into life.
Early arrivals of greetings,
Ripen wishes from last year.
They’re emerging from cocoons
Flying away into distance.
Then I open an aged jar of wine,
To dissolve sadness wrapping my heart,
When listening to a new blossom,
Blowing a tune of hopeful life.
For the past seven hundred days
Ashes churned in each heart.
Driven by the phantom of media
We rode in roller coasters
Through sky and seas.
Clentching fists and closed eyes
Tied to the same seats
With screams, curses and remorse
Tossed by wizzards.
Dimming consciousness
Calls for salvage
All flushed under debris flow.
Still some with strong wills
Keep defending their cocoons
Waiting for an extended life
After the wildfire
Which has prepared ripening!