The breath of summer is in the rain,
Falling goldfish fireworks,
Illuminating navy blue hair,
Destroyed in an instant.
Lying in the arms of black clothes,
The figure fixed in the photo,
A smile that seems to be absent,
As light as the water in which a goldfish swims.
The night sky after the fireworks disappear,
Only wisps of smoke remain,
Finally faded into air,
Become everything...
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Looking back now, I am really shocked.
Conception: