A self-abased and awkward person who thought he would always live like moss met his loyal dog Gong who loved him like a little sun.
The happiness I had never thought of seemed to be within easy reach, but someone wanted to take it away.
Moss will also have the happiness of moss, although it comes a little late ˆˆ
He knows that he is the sunshine in his life, but he does not know that he is his life. When sunlight and life are separated, one may be in darkness, and the other may be worse off than dead.