New Year's Eve
Zhang Shuming
The last day of the year
Too much happiness and sadness have accumulated.
Maybe it's not what it was intended to be.
It's both expected
But also unexpected.
Life has always been a labor of love.
But time never stops.
Even if it just slows down

Spring, summer, fall, winter
It's always the same.
And so it goes.
Three hundred and sixty-five days
I think...