The fireworks in the world, the streets and alleys, hide the simplest awe.
Those old stories passed down by word of mouth, rumors in the alleys in the middle of the night, strange rumors from the deserted village in front of the grave,
It is not a strange story that comes out of thin air, but an old shadow engraved in folk customs.
Yin and Yang have boundaries, and human hearts have rulers.
Behind every seemingly absurd ghost story,
They all hide a forgotten past and an indescribable grudge.
The rules and taboos passed down from generation to generation by our ancestors.
Tonight, listen to me slowly -
Those old things hidden in folk fireworks that I dare not think about.
Nice looking, love watching