(Most of them are dialogues and articles! It's relatively concise, (*^__^*) hee hee...)
With a "soaring" sound, the fireworks jumped into the night sky and exploded into a brilliant, scorching flash, and then fell mottled like the world seen in a potpourri when I was a child.
The lack of hugs is precious because of this.
Drawing the heart as a prison, just waiting for this moment to embrace each other, there is no joy or sorrow.
Conception: