Fireworks bloom in the night sky, like gorgeous flowers, colorful and colorful. They bloom in various shapes and colors, some like shooting stars streaking across the sky, blooming like chrysanthemums, and pouring down like waterfalls. Each firework embellishes the dark night sky with its own unique light, making it dreamlike and beautiful. Like fireworks, we bloom in our respective lives. Maybe our youth has faded long ago, but we are always like the sunflowers in art class, always rising towards the sun.
This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.
