The Fruit Shop of Ulgulga

An old signboard and a creaky door, Though it seemed unorganized, The naturally stacked fruits carried traces of the shop owner's life. Even without a shiny appearance, The fruits, softly tinted by sunlight, And the warm expression of the owner exchanging a few words— All of these exuded a humble warmth of daily life that you could never feel in a large supermarket. This place was not just a fruit shop, but a small, quiet space holding someone's day.