These days, the word ‘Alley’ has a different feeling to it. Maze-like-alleys with weird smell, narrow alleys with small puddles, so you have to walk carefully in rain, such alleys are hard to nd these days. Poetry is a lm full of that old alley feeling, as if you accidentally walked into an alley to avoid rain and met someone telling a story. Its humble love story and distressed life tales make us feel sorry to even use the word ‘Happiness.’ The lm is about people whose life rumbles in alleys of slums. The lm does not bring bright light to their stories, but shows as it is. The lm does not show faces of people. It simply indicates there is a life like this. It tells stories we cannot hear in the world full of tall and shiny buildings. (LEE Yong-cheol)