The sky is full of fireworks
The road is emptied, only filled with firecrackers
The table's been ready, all the dishes were served
Everyone is about to eat
And i'm still here
Waiting.
Waiting.
And waiting.
I'm waiting for them,
Waiting for them to knock on the door,
Greet me with a smile,
Have a nice meal they prepared,
Fill the house with their presence,
Even though I know they'll never come to celebrate.