From the traveler, singing; from the field, weeping—both spur sorrow.
Fires in the distance, dipping stars move slowly toward extinction.
Am I waiting up for New Year’s? Aching eyes won’t close.
No one here speaks my dialect: I long for home.
A double quilt and my feet still cold—the frost must be heavy;
my head feels light—I washed it and the hair is getting thin.
I thank the flickering torch that doesn’t refuse
to keep me company on a lonely boat through the night.
translated by Burton Watson
Leonard Durso 
Wish you a Very Happy New Year!!
Happy New Year to you, too.
Happy New Year Leonard!
Happy New Year.
Thank you. Happy New Year.
Happy New Year!!!
Happy New Year to you.
Thank you 🙂
Well written on happy new years.i feel too as you,dear!!HAPPY NEW YEAR WITH BEST WISHINGS,DEAR!!🌹🌹🌹🌲🌹🌲🌹🌹🌲🌲🌲🌲🌹
Happy New Year to you, too.
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