Looking back on the first half of my life, I have too many regrets and too much resentment. I hate myself for wasting the years, letting myself grow listless and sink into ruin. I hate the unfairness of fate, and I hate that when I faced injustice and humiliation, I lacked the courage to rise up and fight back. When I finally looked back, my hair had already turned gray at the temples. I asked the spring breeze if it could let me be young again. By a stroke of fate, I was reborn in my youth, ready to fight back against every injustice. When poor, I would keep myself pure; when prosperous, I would work for the good of all…
