Back Then, It Seemed Ordinary

Lately, I often think about things related to my grandmother. I think about her day and night, and even dream about her when I'm asleep. Whenever my thoughts go deeper, my heart aches faintly, and I want to find someone to confide in. But the person I want to listen can't be told, while the people I can tell don't want to listen. So I'll just write it here, recording those things about my grandmother. Theme: The person I love most