The simpler, the happier.
The older I get, the more lonely I become.
We are lost on the road of growth and we are unable to find the right way out.
I finally set my goal, my dear, but you threw away my hand.
You would rather stay behind the person who is holding someone else's hand and leaning happily next to someone else. Nor do you want to give the clown-like humble person behind you a definite answer.