Almost everyone has a co-constructed identity of their own and society, and has their own storyline. By chance, a group of gangsters strayed from their own story line, returned to their childlike nature, and played together. The ruthless gangster laughs and plays like a child, revealing the self stripped of the gangster identity under the mask. It's hard to tell which side is real and which side is fictional.
A sonata is a solo. All the gangsters return to their own story lines, as if they were pulled by invisible lines to complete a plot, to fight, and to die. Only the girl was left alone at the beach with fireworks, and no one would play with her anymore. This is in stark contrast to the carefree, cheerfulness with which they played games before.
The society seems to be lively, but it does not really eliminate loneliness. Everyone is constructing their own identity for survival or other reasons, and this identity drives people's actions, puts on masks, and leads people. Everyone is a sonata.
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