The fireworks are brilliant and beautiful. Even though they are fleeting, they still make people look up to them and make them unforgettable. Maybe I am the firework in his life, fleeting and will eventually disappear, but it shines brightly in his sky, and when it falls, he also becomes sad. He was also the firework in my life, which brought tears to my eyes and made me shed tears at his loss. Fireworks are us.