Festival of Reunion

Why is it that every time we meet, it's the prelude to parting? When the fireworks burst into brilliant bloom in the dark night, he reached out and hugged me tightly from behind. I felt like he was saying goodbye, and I looked at him curiously. "Don't leave me again. Without you, my life won't be happy." I told him honestly. I felt his hand tighten. The feeling of this moment, beautiful as fireworks, is deeply imprinted in my mind. "But fireworks are short-lived. No matter how beautiful they are, they won't stay." "Not enough. If it disappears after the brilliance, I'd rather not have this bright moment; because in the dark after the disappearance, I will always miss the previous beauty." Buy "The Festival of Reunion" e-book (Google Play Books)