No desire Fireworks

That the fireworks must have been hidden behind a beautiful story, as our numerous sadness hidden behind the same. Fireworks shed all brilliant, bustling ended, we always have to sigh a fireworks cold easily.
Fireworks after all, is lonely, but we now face Hope the two fireworks. Whether a person alone to watch the night sky, counting the little bit off fireworks, or two closely cling to share with dazzling scenery, fireworks, are always dying.
Fireworks heart is hot, hot enough to make it in an instant arise, and then blasting, withering, and finally reduced to ashes. Fireworks heart is bleak, cold enough to glimpse it makes the cold light of the soul as, it vanished in that moment, it is cold, biting cold.
View of fireworks each year has a different feel, as it leaves in different seasons, as similar engraved ring is always in a different life. Bloom of fireworks to clear context it seems that an article printed clearly carved texture of life, read it, how much is not easy.
So we always like to quietly watch for it. From its bloom in the sky the moment, it's fate is doomed - and high above the moment, is the moment the dust settles, all the prosperity will vanish in the next second, all the glamor in the next moment into a sentimental sigh. It still is so quietly blooming, fading away with, but what the viewer's heart with the feeling that we can only own experience.
Just a smoke fills enough to whom we feel sad and dreary.
Has a gorgeous ring alternative? Bale is just an illusion.
The world of those who love and hatred, then why not a noisy farce, then why not do a brilliant fireworks?

This is my only time with a heart to understand the perception of a smoke, when the fireworks in the sky, the time jump, my heart is jumping tension. I suddenly discovered that fireworks, like most of our lives, have played, have performed a climax, a curtain. Our lives, but also just as, like fireworks, naked show in the world. Fireworks in the process, I saw a reproduction of life.

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