Fireworks are easy to get cold. Their existence is for the beauty of that moment. Then they are swallowed up by the night and become invisible dust, annotating the earth. This is both a theorem and a destiny. "Mr. Rabbit... What do you think... That fireworks" "Well... Anything will do" "Yes... Anything will do... End that short time... And turn into dust in the universe... But it has completed its mission... Mr. Rabbit..." "..." "People will remember it, right?" "..." "Sure enough, I've forgotten all this.
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