The Power of Crying

Drop by drop of tears exerted heavy power In the eyes of a father, the only thing he loves most is his parents. In the eyes of his son, the only person who accompanies him is his father. In the long river of time, we are consuming ourselves, including our love, bit by bit Because my father's illness awakened the love we had been stagnating for a long time It turns out that our love is so load-bearing and hidden This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.