一次痛，
两次寒，
三次麻。

As we grow older, we begin to realise that, decisions that we've made when we were younger, in a fit of rashness, in a fit of wilfulness, will normally result in a tragic ending.

Take myself for example. I live in regret daily. Why did I rush into things? I just wanted to get out then, and now I'm paying the price for it. Now I'm stuck. Stuck being a lowlife, lowest class "citizen".

I will not suffer for long. I will make spring come early for myself.