Transient Fireworks
It was lively and crowded, the festival at the end of August
Wearing a yukata and geta, clicking and clacking as I go.
As we sat together, the fireworks exploded unexpectedly
I stole a glance at your face, watching you intently.
It might be better if I learned to hate you but
On a day like this, I'll definitely be reminded of you.
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