But I will leave traces of the past in the afterglow.
Hurriedly buried in an abandoned old dream.
Too deep to cry.
Fireworks and firecrackers are stirring outside the window
The eagerness to bid farewell to the old and welcome the new is injected into every corner of the sleepless night.
I am becoming a closed door.
Trying to reject the fears and doubts that have crept into King's Landing.
Can't stop the spread of emotions
Only the maze that follows the years.
Why should we explore the true meaning of New Year's Eve?