(It doesn't matter if you didn't click. This article is purely for my grandparents, mom and dad. It describes and describes the love I heard or saw...)
As the sun set, in the sunset, I saw my grandfather's slightly curved back. My virtuous grandmother had been silently accompanying him throughout his life - even though there was always another woman hidden in his heart...
In the kitchen, the mother was busy with sweat, and the father was helping. Even though the father was helping more and more, the faces of the two of them were full of smiles - because of their love that flows like water...
In the drizzle, I opened my arms and threw myself into the broad and warm chest. In the tears, I left behind my childhood dreams and the hazy first love...
I don't regret choosing him; even though he may never say it, he will never say those three words; but I know that he is the person who loves me most in the world...
The love dreams of three generations, the interpretation of three kinds of love, perhaps, we, the humble ones, will one day become the protagonists and inadvertently interpret life...