A night scene was in front of me,
Everything was dark,
Many stars were here.
I could see myriad twinkling lights of a city,
A meteor flew so high in the sky,
Although just few seconds,
Every past scene went through my mind,
And my grandpa came to visit me,
His face, his hair, everything was shiny as a meteor,
Always smile beautifully as a star,
Drip, Drip and drip,
It was raining,
In every drops,
There was a picture,
Memories, the past, for me to recall,
Happiness and Sadness, Good and Bad,
When the drops were exploded on the ground,
Everything was burning, more and more intensify,
So, was gone.
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