Looking back at the first half of my life, I have too many regrets. I hate myself for being decadent and resigned to the wasted years. I hate the injustice of my fate. I hate myself for experiencing injustice and humiliation without having the courage to rise up and resist. Suddenly, when I look back, my temples are already gray. I asked the spring breeze if I could rise up against all injustices when I was young and reborn by chance. If I am poor, I will be able to benefit myself. If I am prosperous, I will benefit the world...
