A long time ago, my mother smiled and said to me who was troubled by reading and writing every day: Knowledge makes you troubled, but it will help you in the future.
Then, my mother smiled at me, who was making money every day, and said: Money can solve problems and it's not a problem.
Finally, my mother smiled and said: A person full of resentment has no chance of happiness.
I don't believe the first sentence. After a few years, studying gave me a space to breathe.
The second sentence, I don't want to believe it, but the facts cannot help but disbelieve it.
The third sentence, I believe it, but I know that I can't let it go.
But when I met him one day, I thought maybe he could give me my happiness.
As I write this, I glance at the man sleeping on the bed. He turns over and wakes up in a daze. "Can't you sleep? Don't write useless things. Come here, I'll lend you a hug."
You fool, you can't sleep quickly after a long day's work. I thought about adding a glass of milk to breakfast tomorrow and forcing him to eat it, then lie in his warm arms and fall asleep.