Chinese New Year's Eve
Suddenly fell into an ocean
A sea of countless glasses of wine
Laughter produces huge decibels
Superimposed into a deafening spring thunder
Actually, a spring rain
More precious than a famous wine at a feast
The spring rain that poured from the top of your head to the heels
Can be drunk on the land
You can put a bud on the body that has been destroyed by the cold wind
Hatches into a season
The years were short and I was anxious to grow
Every Chinese New Year's Eve, dry me
Will add a 0 after my balance
Use the mathematical formulas of primitive people
Record every spring rain, and my age
Those 0s are my lips pursed
I don't mean to celebrate, nor am I singing an aria
I was breathing heavily, busy for a world of lack of oxygen
Deliver more nutrients