Living Again: The First Half of My Life

Black hair turns white in the blink of an eye. Years fade away, but who can I tell?

In youth, we think it's easy to make our way in the world. Only in middle age do we learn how hard it is to build a life.

Scheming at every step, we get it wrong at every turn. Step back and think it through, and everything still proves difficult.

A general's dream, simmered away in lukewarm waters. Reality weighs down a young man's shoulders.

If the spring breeze could spare a thought for the flowers, would it let me be young once more?