Fire the rockets, for the Nian feasts on man.
Each New Year, the Nian comes down from the mountains,
Hungry after depleting what little winter offered.
I had been raised to always fear the Nian,
I had been raised to always fear the Nian,
And that one day the Nian would kill me.
But I was not afraid, I was defiant.
I would kill the Nian. All of them.
I was allowed to light the lantern when I was eight
I was allowed to light the lantern when I was eight
It was the first year I did something to cause the Nian fear.
At thirteen, I was allowed to light the fuse for a rocket.
It’s loud explosion would drive the Nian away.
On my fifteenth new year, I was ready to hunt,
On my fifteenth new year, I was ready to hunt,
With a bundle of self-made rockets, smaller,
Designed not to scare away, but to hit.
I fashioned armor from scarlet cloth.
But the Nian didn’t come, the Nian never came,
But the Nian didn’t come, the Nian never came,
At seventeen, I outgrew the Nian.
It was a myth, a lie, a story to frighten the young.
I did not light the lanterns, I did not fire rockets.
My father died when I was twenty-five,
My father died when I was twenty-five,
Not to the Nian,
Not to anything,
Just died.
I was thirty when I realized.
I was thirty when I realized.
The Nian wasn’t myth nor beast,
Every New Year, the Nian came,
With it, the Nian brought in the New Year.
Each year takes away those we hold dear.
For the Nian feasts on man.
But each year also brings with it new life,
Because the Nian can be scared off.
With it, the Nian brought in the New Year.
Each year takes away those we hold dear.
For the Nian feasts on man.
But each year also brings with it new life,
Because the Nian can be scared off.
You cannot hunt time,
You cannot kill a year,
But you can celebrate the Nian,
And in doing so, keep it at bay.
And in doing so, keep it at bay.
So make loud noises. Wear bright clothes,
The Nian comes for each of us,
Only by celebrating life,
Might we frighten death to delay.
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