There is a hidden alley on South Street. In the evening, the surrounding fireworks are very strong. At the end of the alley, there is a tavern called Moment. The owner likes to tell people stories and find people to drink with. He will call a person's name when he drinks too much, and he will shout around the world to find her.
The seeds I planted when I was young have taken root and sprouted. My love for her is a secret, and I want to bury it in a corner of the world without sunlight. Every time it grows, it makes me panic. When I was young, I liked someone, but I didn't admit it until that person ran away from her. During the day, she was an associate professor of literature at NTU. At night, she was the person who wanted to pull out the weeds in her heart. She wanted to pull out the person who had taken root in her heart, but she didn't want the person who fled to be in the tavern across the street. The love hidden during the day sprouted at night.
Concept: We always think that young people do not understand love, so we feel that we should do what we should do first, and then do what we like to do. The first half is for us to live, and the second half is for us to miss. But in fact, life is half fireworks and half poetry. It is too emotional to live in daily necessities, and too rational to live in romance. For the rest of my life, I only want to hold your hand, grow old with you, watch the sunrise and sunset, make a living with fireworks, and seek love with poetry.