From sixty we start rolling the ball,
Counting down to those few seconds;
At fifty, we finally come to senses,
Yes the year is actually over.
At forty our heartbeats grow louder,
Louder than the commotion outside;
At thirty the ears hear silence,
And just the exhale of the crowd.
Oh, it has reached twenty,
Things are finally going to happen;
At ten we are clapping the hands,
Feeling the numbers in our mouth.
TWO is what is left now,
Seconds to a new beginning;
And finally it comes to ONE,
Our eyes widen with excitement.
All hail the mighty zero,
As the year has arrived;
Oh, the beautiful fireworks,
Wishing everyone a good life!