Hitori-bochi fireworks

Hearing the cracking sound outside, I remembered it is the time.
Sliding open my frosted window, I saw various color shooting up into the dark.

It was what I saw last year.

Same moment last year when I was watching this firework, doko ni itta no?

Hot air of in this obon season blowing on my face, like the pre-kisses of a kisser, with moisture, with love.

People were gathering at the river bank, I was looking far from a distance, like waiting for the belated one coming to join me, before getting ourselves into the crowd.

This moment this year when I was watching this firework again, koko ni iru no?

Fireworks blooming and withering one before next, was it reflecting the fragility of beauty, or the eternity of each single spark?

zutto koko ni matte iru yo.

I wish I was seeing this in two last year, but you were yet to be here.

I wish I was seeing this in two this year, but you were far gone.

I wish I am going to see this with you next year.

長路若太短 花火生命更短
雙手可觸及你 有眼淚仍是暖