That Season Turned Pale with Fireworks

Text | Bu Chenyan: I have also seen a gorgeous fireworks, but the fireworks were so beautiful that I chose to forget them. Love. It is destined to be a firework, fleeting, and then leaving the other party with painful memories/remembering that sentimental season, with messy and falling snow. It melts the hearts of those who are destined to be together. The maple leaves beside the broken bridge also became unfree and fell frivolously. It was an unexpected tragedy, not that the plot was too vulgar, but that the protagonist was too miserable. The song ends and everyone disperses, and it remains to be continued. Unknowingly, several spring and autumn years have passed, and I always like to sit alone on the beach, with the tide rising and falling, and the tears shining. The sunshine that day was not too dazzling, and the waves that day were not too rough. We didn't quite understand that day, who was dreaming whose dream, and whether it was you or me who buried the dream with our own hands. Still remember that day you asked me: I sent my heart to the wrong place, please return it to me? But to whom should I send my heart? This is a silent note. This story is entangled with the past, and is connected to memories and love in dreams.