At the end of 2011, fireworks cut the dark curtain on time at midnight, and a dripping five-color light rain blended into his reflection in the moat. A large group of people shouted and shouted on the river bed, abandoning all reason and joyful madness. Until the sound of the explosion gradually faded away and returned to silence, until the light and shadow on the sky dispersed and rippled back into the night, until the sound suddenly rang in the ears after the extinguished fireworks.
I can love you now.