Counting down
Until the time it comes
ten..nine...eight...
Waiting to lit the fireworks
Waiting to blow the trumpets
seven...six...five...
Let your sadness become the past
Let your hope become the motivation
four...three...
Get a hold on your hopes
climbing, steb by step on your dreams
to reach the destination called future
two...one...
Go! Let your feelings explode!
...zero....
just like those fireworks
that decorating the sky tonight
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