How does it feel when you win?

Before you win, everything you say is bullshit.
When you win, the floor you step on, the next day someone will peel it off and go around claiming it's a fragment of your success.
You say I want to eat fish, and there will be plenty of people jumping into the sea, then asking you whether you prefer steamed or braised?
When you win, the pain you swallowed with tears back then will turn into the fear reflected in others' eyes when they look at you.
When you win, even a piece of scrap paper you casually throw away might be picked up by someone and framed on the wall, saying this is the code that changed my destiny.
When you win, your breath is a divine decree, your silence is an imperial edict.
Only when you win, the winner is the ultimate winner, defining the world.