Like the winter breeze
And the barren trees,
A year comes to an end
And a new one starts again.

After the fireworks,
And as dawn breaks,
I think of my new year resolution
Of becoming a more independent woman.

Yes it is time
For me to finally act my age
And break out of that cage
Of childish fantasies.

Yes it is time
For me to step out from the back of
My shield of reliance
And stand up on my own two feet.

Yes it is time
For me to face my own fears
Instead of breaking down in tears
Because I’ve already mature.

It’s a new year
Of new experiences
And new challenges.

It’s a new year
And a much stronger,
Braver me is here.

(Photo taken during my trip to Beijing)