“But I've tried，I've tried to write
What was in my head，what was in my head
Sometimes I feel，I feel so obsolete
Because the kids want a faster beat
And if I was free，free to leave”
静谧漆黑的夜空，一会儿就会被盛大的烟火撕裂，他收集了八年的烟花，一年比一年华丽，总觉得欠了点什么，一个人还是两个人都没关系，是一颗孤独的心，无处皈依所以伤感，即便现在他一人独处，心是满的，会是八年来，最期待的一次烟火表演吧。
“I love you it's true
I love you like the little bird
No need to remind that life is unkind”
砰砰砰——
零点已到，烟火漫天，盛夏掏出手机给尤远发了个祝福过去：哥