When the tree is dug up from the soil, it will not die immediately, but from the moment it is dug out, it is dying bit by bit.
I later discovered that many of the sorrows in life can be summarized by sentences like "I really love my mother, but...".
I really love my mom, but we really can't get along peacefully.
I really love my mom, but she makes life feel untenable for me.
I really love my mother.
Many times, I feel that what causes me the most pain in this world is not that I have a secret love for someone in this world and cannot get what I ask for; it is not that I am in huge debt and live a depressing life... It is that I love her.