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Is human happiness really about money?

Yes, the strong wind was blowing non-stop, and those trees with small branches were extremely weak under the ruthless wind.

The fallen leaves on the ground made me feel helpless.

"Leaves, are you lonely?" I murmured.

I needed money, money would be anything in front of me, I looked around, a loaf of bread, a dress, a car, all money. As he walked past me