I don’t know what I am. When I fall, I feel like dry autumn leaves.  When I stand up, I feel like the new leaves of spring.   I don’t know what I am. When I cry, I feel like the waterfalls of the mountains.   When I laugh, I feel the sound of the rumbling of the river.   I don’t know what I am.  When I lose, I feel like a house of stagnant cards.  When I win, I feel like the peak of the Himalayas.   I don’t know what I am.   When I meet haters, I become fake and abusive.   When I meet lovers, I become…