What would this world be like without killing and war? We lived in a small courtyard, with the walls covered with vibrant purple wisteria. We went hunting during the day, and slept next to each other at night. You would put your arms on mine, and I would smile helplessly, put my arms around your shoulders, and sleep deeply until the sun rose. We were hunting in the mountains, and sometimes a fat little rabbit fell into the trap we set. You sighed deeply, stepped forward, took the little rabbit out, and let it go back to the forest. Then the next day, you shook your head as you watched the stupid rabbit fall into the trap again. When the festival comes, we go to the city together and see the lights of thousands of houses, and the light and shadow dim. You stood in front of the shop selling candied haws on a stick and refused to leave, so I had to take out my money bag, buy a bunch of candied haws on a stick and put it in your hand. You smiled at me, extremely satisfied. We can adopt a child and teach him to read, write, use swords, guns and sticks, but he is always unwilling to walk quietly. You threaten him with his favorite little book, and he has no choice but to listen to you. We have so much time to plan for the future, we have a lifetime. If only, that would be great.