An ordinary rural elderly compromised all his life for the family's sake, bowed his head in front of life.

Grandpa took care of grandma, who had been paralyzed for more than 40 years, day after day, year after year. Seeing no hope, grandpa began to believe in Buddhism. On the first and 15th of every month, he would go to the temple to burn incense and to worship Buddha. Grandma, who was in the final stage of cancer, strongly objected as she was paralyzed and could not eat or drink without grandpa, who was her only spiritual support. As the days went by, Grandma left us, leaving Grandpa alone in the old house. Father took liberties to pick grandpa up to live in the city. Grandpa's habit of burning incense and to worship buddha at 4 am every morning seriously affected mother's sleep, and a family conflict inevitably broke out. Grandpa was forced to give up the faith that supported him. Grandpa gave up his faith, making life that had no color at all become dull and bleak, like a walking dead.