Where is new year
And where is dust? ?
You remained silent
To my questions
And I am deaf.
Dust and dirts
Are there in our clothes.
New year is neither
Our cloth nor our dust
Yet we are going
Through it.
New year, new year
I said, my dear, let it not
Gives us trouble in future.
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