Waves of the floating world,

Rises and falls have their ways.

Do not ask the heart about gains and losses,

Who reflects the myriad phenomena?

The moon hides in the cold frost wind,

The stars appear while the sky is still high.

The day of Christmas is approaching,

Wishing for a bountiful year’s return.

Gold and silver, smiling in dreams,

The heart of the way accompanies through the cold night.

Wishing you a year full of abundance,

Together enjoying the east wind blooming in the spring morning.

Merry christmas!