Fireworks are most beautiful when they streak brilliantly across the night sky, but they leave behind only cold ashes. That's why they are lonely. Fireworks leave their splendor and joy for others, and give their brilliance to others, but keep nothing for themselves. That's why they are lonely.
Little stories in a big city unfold every day, and everyone is both the writer and the star of their own story. This tale follows a few city dwellers through their small joys, little tragedies, and quiet frustrations... The anger of not getting what they want, the sadness of hopes dashed, the pain of losing the ones they love... Everyone has ideals for their own life, yet under social pressure, they are gradually forced to lose their way. They are pulled between the greater self and the smaller self, while the truest part of them is buried and forgotten. The smaller self remains lonely and isolated, as always. No one can save anyone else...
Yes, my writing is quite good.