Brighter Than Fireworks

We met when we were young, and the years rolled by. I thought we'd never meet again, but the wheels of fate turned back around. You, once so proud and unruly, returned with an elegant, dashing air, sweeping back into my peaceful life. I tried to hide from those delicate feelings, but your gentle tenderness, like a flowing stream, melted me.

You said you liked fireworks because they refused to blend into the darkness.

I thought fireworks were too dazzling and too lonely, so I never cared to watch their beauty or their sorrow.

They rise in an instant, vivid and brilliant, and vanish so easily, lasting only as briefly as an illusion. That's what fireworks are.

You said, "What could compare to our love, besides the splendor of fireworks?"

Back then, I believed you, because you said, "Our love is more dazzling than fireworks!"