The end-year, the long and narrow street to Shinto Shrine
Is full of the visitors from passim, they\'re walking with making the line.
The workers shouting with helding something to throng,
At some stores, the waiting lines are very long.
The sun is setting, under the eaves the lights
Are turnin\' on, and the pilgrim\'re visiting the hallowed wights.
The snack carts are standing in row to the deity palace,
And a canteen is selling the offering, amulet and chalice.
The folded papers\'re waving on the string at backyard
The pilgrims\'re washing or buying the charms to guard
Their fortune for new year. They burn the incense and pray
With two hands together, at the new years\' eve, the day.
The night is fast in winter so night\'s deep already
The street where the people\'re rare, only the winds eddy.
The persons\'re striving for luck, but on the trees, the crows
Look down them, \'Tomorrow\'s Luck, god only knows.\'
(Jan.,3rd,2024, Kinsley Lee)