Of fireworks - only a moment's bloom - beautiful ones - forever frozen in that moment - bang - resounded through the dark sky - sky shocked - a trace of light - has long heart-warmed - no pre-prepared - all is surprising to - colorful flowers - blooming embellishment, turned into stars - that beautiful moment, that ray of brilliance - how can we forget? - Even though - only a short period of living space - but still no regrets - only to others in order to illuminate with light - the beautiful dedication of releasing light and heat - I can not say it is great - can not say it is not great - because real dedication - does not necessarily have to sacrifice in exchange - but - fireworks have already rooted in my mind - perhaps for a long time, maybe just for a short while - but after all, it has left its mark - how can it be easily taken away?
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