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"Let's go to the fireworks this Sunday." Messages from the part-time job crew Buzzing on my phone. If you Showed up in a yukata How should I even compliment you? I'm overthinking this, aren't I? Pretending not to care, but I'm nervous. I couldn't sleep at all last night. You're not in a yukata, And I'm actually a little relieved. Because... I want you all to myself. Falling for you at the summer festival. A white dress. Flowers of light blooming in the darkening sky. You're just a little different from "usual." This bittersweetness pierces through me. Acting cool, I beckon you over And whisper softly in your ear. You nod and smile. Your reply— "I've been waiting." Bewildered, falling for you. Looking at your face, Even the fireworks start to fade. So the others don't find out, Let's run away together for just a bit. If I take your hand, It starts. There are no brakes. When love overtakes us, The two of us will surely Press our lips together. I'm keeping my cool, But my feelings are accelerating. I can't see Anyone but you. Just making eye contact Makes me burn up right now. I have you all to myself. Falling for you at the summer festival. I see it clearly. Flowers of love in the pitch-black sky. You're just a little different from "usual." This bittersweetness pierces through me. It feels like I'm in a dream. But you're definitely Right here in front of me, Smiling. I don't need anything else. It has to be you.