One didn't dare to go on stage, and the other didn't dare to contribute. In the post bar, separated by a screen, they wrote "Qianfanguo" which no one read, and "Don't Listen" which didn't speak after reading.
Late at night in the concert hall, she secretly played a piece of music that no one dared to hear.
In the shadows, he left after listening, leaving only a notebook filled with novels.
——Do you understand?
——Then you play it for me.
This is a story about "hiding" and "waiting".
Hidden in the sound of the piano, hidden in the words, hidden in the love that I dare not say out loud.
Wait for the fish to take the bait, wait for someone to turn around, wait for you to finally dare to go on stage and finish the song.
Two people who can't fall in love learn to get close in the clumsiest way, writing silently in the corner of the piano room, and tiptoeing people on the road before the curfew.
The flower language of sunflowers is silent love, and silent people write all their love into words.
To everyone who has been, is, or wants to shine in the darkness.
Intention: Let every invisible person have his or her own light.