One day, someone said to me, "You are still a child. You have never experienced family affection, love, friendship... You have never received, felt, loved or owned anything."
I looked at him and told him, "I am a god. I have lived for hundreds of thousands of years. What's more, I was born and raised by nature, and my divine power is higher than that of gods. I can get anything. Why should I understand the feelings of mortals."
"If you live long, you will be an adult. If you don't have powerful magic, you will be a god. If you haven't experienced it, you can't become a true god." He said with a smile and left.
"You have grown up, become enlightened, and become a god." He looked at me, smiled, and left.
"Yes, I am a god." I looked at the only bead in my hand that turned into tears, and smiled with relief. Why is there still a trace of sadness in my heart?