Fireworks are the most beautiful, shining brilliantly across the night sky, but leaving a cold place, so it is lonely. Fireworks leave their surprise to others, their happiness to others, and their splendor to others, but they leave nothing to themselves, so they are lonely.
Small stories in big cities are staged every day, and everyone is the scriptwriter and star of the story. This story tells about the small happiness, small tragedy, and small depression of several urban people... The anger of not getting what they want, the sadness of failed hope, the pain of the separation of a loved one... Everyone has his own life ideal, but is forced to gradually get lost under the pressure of society, wandering between the big self and the small self. The true self in the heart is deeply forgotten and buried, and the small self is as lonely and lonely as ever, and no one can be the salvation of others...