by LKW 1987
After the spring festival’s vibrant end,
Crowds gather, their spirits transcend.
Firecrackers glow, a dangerous ballet,
Teams form and clash, come what may.
The streets are alive with a symphony of booms,
As rival groups challenge each other’s fumes.
Smoke clouds the air, a chaotic sway,
Yet in their hearts, joy leads the way.
“Our team’s the best!” they proudly declare,
As fireworks light up the night’s dark air.
With every explosion, their laughter rings,
In this battle for fun, everything sings.
So here’s to the crowds, wild and free,
To the thrill of the fight, the sparks in the trees.
After the spring fest, they paint the town,
With fire and fun, without a frown
