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Happy New Year Lions for Moms
A gold dice standing on a spruce branch,
The city is decorated with green lights.
In the morning you looked out of the gloomy windows,
Happy New Year, Mom.
Your heart is as white as snow,
Everything here is a lie.
The cotton that opens at the edge of your temple,
Happy New Year, Mom.
I do not have dry pipes,
Pomegranate scattered chairs.
The gate is saddened by my child,
Happy New Year, Mom.
My heart says, "Let's go," but it doesn't work.
For four seasons my heart did not forget basil.
Here the storms have not yet ceased,
Happy New Year, Mom.
I missed spring, I realized autumn,
I understood the kind, unkind face.
I understood you in the days of strangers,
Happy New Year, Mom.
You say I won't die until you come,
God says, I use everyone every day.
I bless you,
Happy New Year, Mom.