As I looked into the sun start to set,
I think of the memories I had the best.
As I see the time turn into twelve,
I think of the toll of the new year Bell.
When we pass another year that is full of mysteries, those mysteries turn to history that will be remembered the next century.
As I hear the clock of this year's last minutes tick, I knew that next year means new and better things god is about to give us as humanity's gift
