Lyric

In the quiet of the twilight, whispers rise

Painting skies with fleeting crimson ties

A moment's flare, a dance of light

Phantom fireworks blaze into the night

Like sparks that fly, born to fade

Each burst a whisper of the masquerade

In the theater of the ephemeral

We watch the skies, as dreams unfurl

Shadows play on faces aglow

Under the spell of the radiant show

A tapestry woven by threads of fire

Capturing hearts, fleeting desire

Through the smoke, all that remains

Are echoes of beauty, and silent refrains

Gone too soon, like a whispered lore

Leaving us yearning, forever more

Like sparks that fly, born to fade

Each burst a whisper of the masquerade

In the theater of the ephemeral

We watch the skies, as dreams unfurl

And as the final spark wanes

The night reclaims its silent domains

Yet in our hearts, the light still burns

To the phantom fireworks, we yearn