The sound of the fireworks is still the same
But it wasn't as pretty as that one particular time
Because the fireworks we saw that time was the prettiest.
The first person to tell me that he loved me.
The first person to melt this stubborn heart
The first person that promised "forever"...
Only when I lost you I realized how important you were to me
The fireworks that blooms on the night shows a miracle
In a blink of an eye,
He left his warmth,
And gone with the fireworks' sparks.
Somehow, you always surprises me.
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