The ferry is the place where you and I met, and the fireworks are the beauty you promised. I thought that what you promised was the beauty of my life. As the years go by, I can't stop the fireworks from scattering. I try my best to open my hands, and what is scattered is your most beautiful attachment to me. The dream came back, and I tried hard to immerse myself in the dream, but there was no shadow of you in the dream anymore.