365 new days.
And a new life stories.
You and I are standing under a star-studded landscape. Staring at the small, colorful little sparks above the sky.
(They—the colorful little sparks, come and go, just like life events.)
The stick with the tip of the firecracker in your hand starts to go out.
And I'm busy photographing people
(We are aware,
that this year,
there will be more problems to deal with.)