Lover

This is a story about the previous generation. The heroine may have had a time of beauty, just like our mothers, but she could never enjoy the sunshine freely. Well, let’s call that the pain of the times. But love always blossoms and grows freely, beyond the control of the times. When the first man appears, no matter how hard things are, at least they still have the reckless energy of youth, the strength to throw caution to the wind. Sadly, all their efforts are still destroyed by the times, destined to become a past that can never be brought to a proper end.

There will be a second male lead in this story. Perhaps in my heart, he is the real male lead, even though he won’t appear until much later. He looks like an ordinary person, with something of those people who suddenly struck it rich in the 1980s. He has the melancholy of someone who has endured ten years of hardship, and a warm, gentle heart. Perhaps this is what real affection looks like, after youth has passed.

Sadly, they will always be lovers, unable to rely on each other completely, even in the arms of the person they love.

Looking back on those years, perhaps it was because the environment was so oppressive that their feelings were so pure!

I’m not a stepmother, and I don’t want to write a tragic story. I’m just writing about things as they were, putting together a story of the past based on things I’ve heard and imagined.