[Modern + semi-fictional + normal family narrative + both adults + salvation of family + love does not exceed the boundaries of family + no bad guidance]
Love can make people wanton and unrestrained, love can make cowards brave regardless of everything, but love cannot save people who are dying.
"In a gloomy life, a high wall is built in the heart, and people who are alone in the darkness will fight hard when they feel the slightest bit of light and warmth. Even if they are bruised and bruised, they will hold on to that gleam of light."
"What's the point of living?"
"Chasing the light"
"The sunshine warmed me briefly, but my presence made the sunshine cold and dim."
"The sun is always hot"
"But some people have exhausted all their strength just to live, so how could they be willing to let the only warm sun also indulge in darkness? That would be too selfish..."
"But I want you to be selfish."
"A little starlight cannot illuminate the dark world, and loving a river cannot save a dying crane. A dead crane will only pollute the river."
The river of love can never save the dying crane. The river of love is just a gift of love, but it cannot truly become the source of water that saves the crane.
The sea water is blue, cold, vast, and deathly silent. At this point, the coward will hide all his unfinished words under the sea, and will no longer be disturbed, and his fragile heart will finally be free...
Concept: Love has nothing to do with gender, love is just what the heart wants