Sometimes I hate it.
No, not hate. Dislike.
Sometimes he dislikes it too.
We dislike it when the time appears to be difficult for us.
Nevertheless, I know.
I know this is the best for him now.
Yes, at least for now.
I don't want you to quit. I know you can go further in this.
The perfect time will come for us, baby. We'll be there, someday.