The table is full of delicacies
Steaming
Steaming, steaming up
I am sitting here
You are sitting over there
The chopsticks in your hands are raised and put down
Put down and raised again...
The table full of dishes is arranged standing up
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Standing into a square formation
Fighting into an arc
Standing into a wild goose
Standing into a solitude
< p> Because there are no swan geeseDelivering the message...
Ring ring ring...
The phone rings
My daughter from far away calls.
There are greetings and blessings over there
Happy New Year to mom and dad
All the best
Can you be happy?
How can life be happy without you
Twenty-eight spring, summer, autumn and winter
Twenty-eight New Year’s Eve
Dad will support you On the top of the head
Mom holds you in her hands
Looking at it with her eyes, thinking in her heart
You are like a swallow carrying mud
A chopstick here, a glass of wine there
You are busy with mom
Thinking about dad
The whole family is happy
Like a sapling
Like a fresh spring green
Picking the spring season
Holding a golden tomorrow
How much beauty and joy you brought to your father and mother
Now that your father and mother are old
But you have left us
Is it the reincarnation of flowers blooming and falling
Or is it an ordinary day
Have a home of your own
The world of reincarnation...