People say that true death is forgetfulness, so I wanted to write the story of my grandparents.
A story from the late Republic of China to the 1980s
We sleep together in life, we die in the same hole, and we stay together year after year.
Many people say that committing suicide for love is a myth and a fabricated way to whitewash peace. Who would do this in real life?
But their relationship is very simple, which makes me always believe that there is love in the world, but not everyone can encounter it.
I have never met them, but I grew up listening to their stories, so that the protagonists of the stories I write always treat love in a pure and lasting way.
Concept: Love is companionship, habit, protection and warmth
