Wang Zhe is a beam of light. Timely, gentle, illuminating everyone and no one. Lin Lin thought it was the warm yellow street lamp from ten years ago and wanted to walk in again. Su Yao thought it was available cold white lighting and wanted to control the boundaries accurately. They all thought that they were choosing, making breakthroughs, and becoming themselves. But light never considers people. It's just exposure. It leaves you nowhere to hide, makes you think that being seen means being loved, and makes you gradually forget in the warmth that in the darkness, you would have shined by yourself. Do people realize there is something wrong with light? Maybe. But the light was too long, too bright, too natural. People are used to it and cannot refuse or resist. Step out of the light? That's another story. It's a bit feminist, but not cool. It's all about light, but are men the light?
Concept: A story about educated youth in Shanghai, a song about urban men and women