On a summer night, under the starlit sky, I sit alone by the river, gazing at the fireworks. Colors bloom and fade, and the quiet whispers fill the air. In this moment, I find solace, a fleeting dream. Each spark is a fleeting memory. Each boom is a heartbeat's cry. In the stillness of the evening, I let my worries fly away.
Amidst the shimmering lights, I feel a gentle peace. In this quiet, my worries disappear.
Though I'm alone, I'm not lonely. In the night, I find my way, embracing the beauty of the fireworks, in this tranquil, perfect scene.
27 июн 2024