Fireworks love

"It's amazing! In Namsan, Seoul, I had to wait a long time for another shot after one-shot burst. Pouring like a shower is like a battleground!"

I lived near East River in Green Point, Brooklyn. There used to make a loud noise from the rooftop, watching the fireworks every Independence Day. The streets were full of people who were excited to find places to watch. Luckily, I live under the roof where we can see the fireworks display.

The flame spread falling like toward my face. The last few minutes of the fireworks were pouring all the remaining explosives, making it worth watching. Our July 4th fireworks show has been on since 1984, so there are many long episodes.

I invited many people because it was really great enjoyed watching the fireworks. Looking back on the acquaintances we had together, there are quite a few people who have already died. And many people returned to the homeland.

It was also a pleasure to climb onto the roof and observe the back of those acquaintances that watched the firework in the dark. The couples that were showing their deep emotions and cuddling with each other are separated and disappeared.  The couple who sat quietly next to each other are happily together.

I heard that one of the acquaintances that were most excited divorced his wife and remarried with a young woman.  The other couple used to repeat the thick embrace every time a fireworks bursts, but their love was not that long. People who get easily excited and like, get bored easily.

Flames roar up and burn higher and paint the sky admirably and suddenly disappear. The dark sky leaves gray smoke. An easy-blooming love also fades quickly, finds another love, excites and fades. There is only dark emptiness.

When Independence Day comes, where are all the couples? How are they sharing new love with? Or are they suffering with the emptiness of the ending love? I am really curious.