When I was young, I didn't understand why: a rope can tie up a bull.

Let it work in the fields for a lifetime.

Now I know, a set of ruthless candlesticks.

Trapped between the rise and fall of red and green.

It turns out that both bulls and bull-horses have their own fatal weaknesses.

The bull's nose is too soft and afraid of pain.

The life of a bull and horse is too short, fearing poverty.

A bull's lifetime is only for the grass.

And my whole life is only about 2000 calories per day.

The rest are side quests.

Many people have the freedom of the world.

Yet there are those who are not of this world.

It seems carefree, but in reality, one is not in control.