Does happiness last? I once asked him this, and he just smiled and shook his head. I don't know if this was a negative answer, or if he wanted me to stop thinking about it. I just melted under his gentle gaze and stopped thinking. Maybe the happiness at this moment will last forever.
I once longed for his answer: happiness is his and my life. But his gentleness without an answer made me mistakenly think that it was the answer to happiness. It turns out that everything is my self-righteousness, nothing changes because of me, and there is no long-lasting happiness.