Fireworks bloom in the sky, but they are not as dazzling as the night. Because it is daytime, they cannot illuminate the sky, nor can they warm anyone's loneliness. They are fleeting, desolate and lonely.
Love is like fireworks in the daytime, invisible and intangible, only for a moment. Even if it blooms in the sky, it is still lonely, bone-gnawing and lonely, and cannot light up the cold heart.
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