Fireworks are always gorgeous, lively, and sad.
It was born, bloomed and disappeared under everyone's watchful eyes.
How many people can remember such beauty forever?
That lonely life, in the air, always has a heart-wrenching beauty.
When the fireworks died out, it fell from the sky with slight sparks.
Then, it was blown away by the wind. There is nothing to prove that it ever existed or was beautiful.
All traces have been erased.
What a sad ending.
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