The fireworks blooming in the night sky when you cover your ears,
When the river flows into the sea, there is an undercurrent under the water's surface,
The classroom that was locked after school was filled with the setting sun.
A quiet, deserted and dark alley in a noisy city,
A barbecue stall that closes at four in the morning,
There are always two worlds,
One lively and one lonely
Intention: The pain is buried in the soil, and a new self is ushered in.