The feeling bursts inside, just like a firework. It tickles, I can't get it off of my chest. But somehow, I kind of liked it. I guess I'll just write it down, in a piece of paper. A night, a lousy night, a crowded place, flower blooming, with such pace, I tried to catch up, but got caught in my shoelace. You and me, watching the fireworks go up and bloom, I stopped and think, the days and past, "Time really does fly." So does this melody. -Witherohn