Love is like fireworks, loving mountains, loving water, loving beautiful people is like a dream, sweet and meaningful, smoke is flowing, clouds are gorgeous, flowers are blooming, and another spring is coming----------------- -------------------------------------------------- -------------The fireworks of Valentine's Day, whose love blooms? Valentine's Day, this festival seems to have nothing to do with me, but it exudes its romantic charm so strongly. Those beautiful legends, like transformed emotions, embroider women's names on men's sleeves, making protecting women their life's mission, and this mission is sacred.
This is the longing for a beautiful relationship. Thousands and tens of thousands of years later, the sad woman will still miss the man with her name embroidered on his sleeve. Women are so infatuated through the ages, but men are so wandering.
The night is dark, but my heart is as bright as water. It was as if I had seen through the ancient legends. There was no hatred or resentment, just as gentle as the bright moon, because it was just a legend. I lower my head, but I can't see through the longing that is like water, long and endless.
The entire city shone brightly in the light of fireworks, and the tall steel and concrete buildings were covered with colorful shadows, watching closely for the bunches of scars that fell to the ground. They say love is like a flower, and it will bloom naturally when the flowering season comes. Even in the corner, even in the dark, as long as the flower of love blooms, the whole world will be filled with fragrance.
The air was filled with the smell of burned-out fireworks. The former splendor seemed to be still flowing in front of our eyes, but there was a dark sky in front of us. It turns out that the beauty has long since drifted away, leaving a piece of lovesickness in the wind, just like the smell of love.
------------------------------------------------ -------------------Love is like fireworks. Looking at the flickering screen, my thoughts are wandering.
The bright lights are shining with thousands of silver lights.
Outside the window, there is no evening breeze blowing, no stars and moon, only the coldness...
The night is deep and dim, the street lamps are dotted with stars, but they are still shining, and only one can be seen under the street lamps Cold ashes. The noisy city sounds have long since faded away, and the whole city seems to have entered a state of dormancy. The occasional whistle disturbs the sleeping people. In this cold and silent night, it is clear and elegant, making the night even more lonely and lonely...
The lingering and pathos music is repeated over and over again, spreading a kind of Desolate but penetrating sadness. "Don't cry, the one I love the most. I bloom like an epiphyllum tonight and wither at the most beautiful moment. Even your tears can't restore the withering..." My eyes are staring at the screen blankly, but my heart has been stuck on the poignant music. I was deeply hurt and depressed.
Love is very sweet, but it is also short-lived. As time goes by, it escapes between sunrise and sunset, leaving only memories like exclamation marks, which I review over and over again in my heart...
The delicate murmurings are but a trace of staleness in my character. People are still living in a psychedelic world, missing and waiting; still in the dead of night, reminiscing about something under the solitary lamp, in the lonely singing... Lonely, no one can look at my tearful eyes anymore, surrounded by people Complete silence! I am eager to hear a little bit of your voice, even your sad sigh, and I am eager to see a trace of your shadow, even if it is my back that I have no chance to embrace in my life!
The evening wind blows, and I am still standing here, waiting. What about you? Have you let the breeze convey your thoughts? Are you still singing your own songs without regrets? That whistle across the sky, is it your affectionate greeting? That cloud shadow passing by in my heart, is it your cool gesture? Can you forget it?
Love like fireworks only lasts for a moment. I will remember this understanding of love and will always open my heart to life. I will keep my deep longing in my heart, and the mottled water will be full of tears! I will remember the most beautiful moment of this love that is as bright as fireworks. Whether this love without an ending will continue? It may be a love without an ending. I don’t regret the original agreement and commitment, and I still love you without regrets.
The beautiful and sweet love became a phantom in the ashes, gradually reduced to memories, and became my long thoughts in sleepless nights. The past may be gone forever, with the passing wind and flying thoughts, scattered into mud and dust, only the fragrance remains the same!
Fireworks are brilliant and dazzling, but in the moment of blooming, they spend all their life;
Love is short-lived, but the taste of love is something that people will remember for a lifetime. !
The colorful fireworks bloomed one after another, gorgeously, and then scattered, leaving ashes on the ground and residual red all over the world. The silent night sky is colored by the brilliance of fireworks. At this moment, who is as gorgeous as the fireworks? At this moment, who would give up the beauty like fireworks? However, the brilliance of fireworks only lasts for a moment. Blooming in an instant, igniting dazzling sparks in the darkness, but spending all your life? Is this the fate of fireworks? Sigh for the fireworks, regret for the fireworks, and feel sad for myself.
Why do fireworks only bloom for an instant? Why does our love disappear in a flash like fireworks? Is it because only the fate of the moment is bright? Is love remembered over and over again because it is short?
After the fireworks are gone, loneliness is sad...
The deeper loneliness after the fireworks are gone? Who can bear the pain of tearing apart when love goes away? I lamented, and my low voice was annihilated by the laughter of the crowd. The laughter was flying and spreading... My heart was filled with coldness, bitterness, and tears. Is love like a flash in the pan, only open for a moment...
"That eternal night when you kissed me in midsummer when I was seventeen years old, whenever I sigh in the future, I always think of the stars that day..." The lingering music still echoes in my ears, and my vision is blurred; love , but it is clearer... On Valentine's Day night, watching the fireworks in the distance alone is also a kind of enjoyment. Love is sweet when it's still there. When it's gone, it's gone and never comes back. No matter how reunited the love is, it won't last long. . . .