Lots of times,   i feel like that relationship of love is like a big fireworks ,which we all wait-and see...
 
With the fireworks blossom , it is full fill with searing courage  and  the glorious which soon  vanish into thin air.
 
 We are watching it,and admire  how beautifull it is . at the same time thinking how much passion we can have  in our  heart....
 
 With the going out of  fireworks ,the night again back into dark and quiet.
 
 After all ,we all seperating going home....that is...

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    little street cat