After the lights of the opera house dimmed, Chi Yi's world was left with only the dazzling barrage of online violence.
A girl suffering from panic disorder retreated to the rooftop of her childhood. In the "star tent" built by her father with clothes racks and old lamps, she touched the fetal heart monitor left by her mother - the heartbeat of twenty years ago unexpectedly resonated with the chords of the homeless bassist downstairs.
When the auto mechanic father tied the sweet and sour pork bento to the drone and fed it, when the female worker in the garment factory used the leftover curtain material to sew glowing shirts, and when the elderly in the entire community practiced bel canto singing while hanging sheets, Chi Yi discovered:
Those ordinary people who have been frayed by life are using old wool that has been exposed to the sun to mend her wings that were maliciously torn stitch by stitch.
On a spring day with faded dance shoes and homemade spotlights, all the injured people will eventually reunite in an amphitheater filled with ginkgo trees - where out-of-tune choruses, rusty basses, and applause smelling of oily smoke are allowed.
Purpose: Healing