Tian Gewei heard the gongs and drums of the opera. There was also a tinkling sound in her heart, which was not a tune. The life, death, love, and hate of others are played out on the stage. They are all obviously false, but they are passionate, sinewy, and more real than her life.
It was the people on the stage who first made her see more vivid possibilities in life. But he and she looked at each other from a distance, and seemed to be looking away, singing unrelated ancient stories. Every time she wanted to go in, there were countless hands behind her, trying to pull her back into the abyss.
The light on the stage shone on her face, making her cry. The tears reflected the pink and green willows on the stage, but her face was still as pale as the twelfth moon.
She gritted her teeth and still wanted to take a step forward.
She didn't know that the people on the stage were just like her, wanting to play grudges and loyalty more powerfully and move them to a more flesh-and-blood place. Even if the road ahead is winding, all you can see are clouds and mountains.
Concept: Life and death in the Liyuan of the Republic of China