"Are the fireworks just now red?"
"Yes, there are all colors."
The man in the dream came to pick her up, but she didn't recognize him.
With a rustling sound, the girl's fireworks ended.
Every February 29th, there would be a strawberry cake in front of her grave, brought by a young man, sometimes alone, sometimes as a family.
Intention: Do what you want to do, don't be chosen like a girl