Waking up from a nap, it feels like I've been in another world. In my dream, my brother asked me if I found the biggest bone 🦴. Upon waking, I don't know whose bone it was. I thought, 30 years from now, when his beloved father is gone, if my brother is still unmarried, who will take care of him? What role will I, as his sister, play in his life? What will I be like in 30 years, and what will the friends who see this article on Twitter be experiencing? Thinking of this, I feel much more at ease. Actually, I've been troubled by traffic lately; the traffic isn't picking up, and making money is just average, but thinking about 30 years from now, I feel relieved. I can see my anxiety; if I have money, I worry about what to do when it runs out. I always want to make a lot of money in a short time, but life is long, and there will be many opportunities in the next 30 years. I felt anxious, and I see my anxiety, allowing the feelings that make me anxious to flow freely, achieving a balance of yin and yang, life continuing endlessly. A fleeting dream, when I wake up, tears silently stain the pillow.