I already remember the text I learned when I was a child:
"When I was a child, I lived on this side of the mountain and was curious about what was on the other side of the mountain, so I asked my mother:
"Is there the sea beyond the mountain? "My mother said yes, it is the sea, very wide, very blue, and very beautiful! So, I dreamed,
I dream that one day I can see the sea in my heart.
When one day, I really went to see the sea, I climbed one mountain after another, and almost walked to the other side of every mountain, but there was no
When I saw the sea, I almost cried and went back. I cried and asked my mother, sea, is there the sea on the other side of the mountain? Why didn't I see it, but I saw mountains one after another? My mother said calmly, yes, there is the sea on the other side of the mountains, but you didn't look at it carefully.
I don't understand why, I walked so seriously that I almost broke my legs, but I didn't see the truly beautiful sea. I don't understand, I really don't understand. "
There is really no sea on the other side of the mountain. Even if there is such a sea, it is not my sea.