Li Yanqiu's pink diary always had a copper lock on it, as if she was afraid that the words hidden inside would escape. ——Until that day in front of the bulletin board, I was hit by an elbow carrying rosin from the piano case.
There was a shallow scar under Yun Xiu's white shirt, the lock of the piano case was as bright as eyes that hadn't gotten enough sleep, and the pen she dropped on the ground had an ear missing from the pen cap.
Their shadows overlapped in the shade of the same tree before they knew each other. The silence hidden in the details and the haze each carried were like two plants slowly entangled in the dark night, quietly growing roots supporting each other in the invisible cracks of each other.
When the light and shadow overlap again, it is discovered that the so-called redemption is nothing more than two imperfect souls borrowing each other's shadows to finally dare to face their own light.
Concept: Where shadows overlap, light grows out of the cracks