I didn’t expect Queen of Tears to hurt me the way it did. Firstly, I was not so serious, and I thought it would be another chaebol romance, maybe dramatic or maybe fun, and I started watching casually. But it hit me with this deep ache. It was like something familiar, but it’s hard to name. It is a very hard feeling when two people love each other more than others, but they neither know how to express it with words.
It was the story of understanding. Hae-in and Hyun-woo's story was not only romance, but it was more than that. It was the story of a breakdown that can happen when they stop talking, stop listening, and stop trying—not out of malice, but just from exhaustion. From assuming love will always carry itself.
Many times I sat with my hand covering my mouth watching them argue, not because it was dramatic but because it was true. It's shown that they start with something small but reveal everything that's been wrong for years.
When the illness came into the story, I felt panic. Real panic. I told them, “They can't waste time anymore,” as if I was present at that moment. Then I thought if every person thought that time was running out, then it was easy to forgive more quickly. Then people didn’t waste time holding hands and saying “Love you” without waiting for others' perfect days and perfect moments. One scene that I never forgot throughout my life was when Hae-in said something like, “I'm not afraid of dying. I'm afraid of disappearing from your memory.” It hit me like someone hit me with a stone. Because in the end, we are all afraid of being forgotten. I cried a lot, not for them but for myself. For the version of me that's lost love, that stopped communication without apologizing. This drama forces me to think about how fragile everything is! Love, time, health, and connection are all very fragile.But this also gave me hope.
Hope that people can find their way back to each other. It gave me hope that if I fight for love, it can survive even the ugliest parts of life. Hope that even if things fall apart, healing is possible. So, yeah... Queen of Tears didn’t just entertain me; it left a mark. A quiet one but real.
I didn’t expect Queen of Tears to hurt me the way it did. Firstly, I was not so serious, and I thought it would be another chaebol romance, maybe dramatic or maybe fun, and I started watching casually. But it hit me with this deep ache. It was like something familiar, but it’s hard to name. It is a very hard feeling when two people love each other more than others, but they neither know how to express it with words.
It was the story of understanding. Hae-in and Hyun-woo's story was not only romance, but it was more than that. It was the story of a breakdown that can happen when they stop talking, stop listening, and stop trying—not out of malice, but just from exhaustion. From assuming love will always carry itself.
Many times I sat with my hand covering my mouth watching them argue, not because it was dramatic but because it was true. It's shown that they start with something small but reveal everything that's been wrong for years.
When the illness came into the story, I felt panic. Real panic. I told them, “They can't waste time anymore,” as if I was present at that moment. Then I thought if every person thought that time was running out, then it was easy to forgive more quickly. Then people didn’t waste time holding hands and saying “Love you” without waiting for others' perfect days and perfect moments. One scene that I never forgot throughout my life was when Hae-in said something like, “I'm not afraid of dying. I'm afraid of disappearing from your memory.” It hit me like someone hit me with a stone. Because in the end, we are all afraid of being forgotten. I cried a lot, not for them but for myself. For the version of me that's lost love, that stopped communication without apologizing. This drama forces me to think about how fragile everything is! Love, time, health, and connection are all very fragile.But this also gave me hope.
Hope that people can find their way back to each other. It gave me hope that if I fight for love, it can survive even the ugliest parts of life. Hope that even if things fall apart, healing is possible. So, yeah... Queen of Tears didn’t just entertain me; it left a mark. A quiet one but real.