Xin nian kuai le / San nin fai lok

There were words that had been uttered
with great emphasis in the rush of youth
that had misunderstood a disillusioned old man,
and then there were words no one dared to say
any more. And now all that is left is to wear
something red and drown out the reality
for a moment with a handful of firecrackers
between the new skyscrapers, pretending
not to notice the monuments disappearing
from the campuses.

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