When playing chess, you can lose every wrong step. At worst, you can't regret it. But what about life? I even suspect that before I get on the board of chess, the ending is already destined. I took a step that I can't regret, and ruined the so-called future. Even though I am extremely smart, I still have no choice but to lower my head and accept my fate. It is probably a struggle, failure, struggle again, failure, and failure again, and beginning to be discouraged. This process starts with the day I was expelled from university to the end of opening this Foothills department store. Perhaps it is my life to be mixed in with all living beings. Perhaps all my dreams at the beginning were just the illusion of secreting too much hormones due to youth. Boys always have to find ways to support themselves when they reach this age!