Fleeting Fireworks

The ancient city last night was so enchanting, A gust of wind sweeps the willows green. You, at the corner where the city meets the rain, Smile so faint, as if seen in a dream. The lanterns hang high, the world is festive, But as for me, I'm but a stranger in the crowd. A single spark in the sky, fireworks bloom and fall, As if echoing the fate of a love that once was. The world is so vast, yet we're just tiny specks, Thrown into the crowd, how easily we're lost. A single spark in the sky, fireworks bloom and fall, Reflecting on the past, how the heart aches. In the end, only the bell tower remains, Witness to the love that once burned bright. Ink depicts the past, in memories so clear, The beauty of fireworks, now just a trace of sorrow. The lanterns hang high, the world is festive, But in the end, it's just the bell tower echoing in the cold.