Walking in the rain, Trudging down the path, Leaving a trail of you. This is a shared memory. Inhaling smoke, But not on fire, This is a sacred temple. A place I used to be familiar with, now drifting off, Because, I don’t have time, I remember, I remember, You. A feeling that is so,so familiar, Buying a pack to pray for the lunar new year, Always five dollars, Trying to light the candle, The jaw sticks, So many rules, Because of you, You, Chinese New Year. Pineapple tarts and many goodies, Just the good part. Not forgetting the red packets, Special to our culture. Money,money,money. This is our time. Talent shows, performances all in our gatherings. A time, to bond. But now that feeling is fading, We have our new ways, Unlike before.
