他略有兴奋的对侍应生说：“红茶，我要两杯红茶！”

舞会上并没有现成的红茶，于是侍应生忙不迭的去冲。几分钟后里德尔端着热乎乎的两大杯红茶往回走，一边走一边笑着说借过。突然而来的一声爆炸声让他一个激灵，差点没端稳茶水。他和众人一道抬头，发现原来是自己构思的余兴节目已经开始上演了：

烟花会。抄袭自多年前伦敦河滨公园的新年会。

那场他与莎柏一起看的烟花会，嗯，或许还要算上一个电灯泡。

想到这里里德尔不由得勾起了唇角。他端着两杯红茶挤开那些因欣赏烟花而停滞的人们，会场渐渐空旷下来，情侣们手挽着，肩并着，毫不避忌的大声说情话，可是原本应该站在这里抱怨 “你怎么来这么晚”的人却不见了。

无比绚烂的烟花一朵朵升起，故事却要消失了。

里德尔端着红茶傻傻站着，和那位被烟花会夺去了所有观众的歌手一起独享寂寞。就像次日他在公主府莎柏那张巨大的照片下发现一本空白的黑色日记本以及其中夹着的芙梳一样寂寞。

why does the sun go on shg

why does the sea rh to shore

don't they know it's the end of the world

cae you don't love anyore

why do the birds go on sgg

why do the stars glow above

don't they know it's the end of the world

it ended when i lost your love

i wake up the orng and i wonder

why everythg's the sa as it was

i can't understand

no, i can't understand

how life goes on the way it does

why does y heart go on beatg

why do these eyes of e cry

don't they know it's the end of the world

it ended when i lost your love