We are like flowing rivers.

Like many years before
We are like flowing rivers,

praying for peace on the eve,
Of a new year.

With sour love, a year of regrets.
  Rivers with dead leaves...
     Old songs with "I love you".

Sometimes we will cry...
  with our conflicting dreams.
 But you're like a candlelight
in a very dark moment.

With comfort for friends
    
       until the storm ends.

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