When you were young, did you ever sit on the floor against your grandmother sitting in the rocking chair? The air was filled with the faint aroma of coffee, accompanied by the warm fire in the fireplace, mixed with the occasional crackle of burning. In your grandmother's melodious and warm voice, you listened to her recalling stories from the past... At that time, you were just beginning to have a love interest. In her warm and kind voice, you felt her beautiful old days, which also warmed your youth...