As you gaze up at the night sky,
adorned by the colors of fireworks,
let it serve as a remembrance of me,
smiling down upon you.
Though composed of mere powders,
it has always been my remedy
for my lonely heart.
I'm sure you remember it clearly.
You're with the memory, not me.
When the clock strikes 12,
whoever you are with,
imagine I'm by your shoulder,
witnessing the beauty together.
As it ends,
envision the remnants of me
being gently carried away by the night wind,
hearing my voice slowly fading
as I wish you a Happy New Year,
Jaha...
- M. Safrain
