Buffett said: "I am the world's poorest rich man." Don't be fooled by my assets exceeding 100 billion dollars; this wealth can't buy what I truly want.

I am over ninety years old, and the doctor doesn't let me drink cola or eat ice cream—yet those were precisely the things I loved most when I was young.

Sitting every day in an office building worth tens of billions of dollars, eating bland and tasteless healthy meals, what I miss are the days spent in small diners, drinking cola while discussing stocks.

Sometimes, standing on the deck of my yacht, I feel cold from the sea breeze.

The day before yesterday, I called five old buddies to go fishing; three are in the hospital, and two can't hear me clearly because of their bad hearing.

Last month at my birthday banquet, we set up twenty tables, and when it came time to cut the cake, I realized that all the people at the tables were strangers calling me "Old Buffett."

Tom, who used to steal my fries in the small diner, is now taller than my grave.

Last night, I stumbled upon an old photo of me and old Charlie sitting on the curb eating hot dogs, our ties askew and oil stains on our suits, not a care in the world.

Now, even if I were to have a Michelin three-star chef cook for me, I still wouldn't be able to enjoy the same taste I had back then while laughing with my mouth full of crumbs.

You say money can buy yachts and islands, but why can't it buy a true brother to argue with at the table, shouting "You stupid investor!"?

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