Under the night, who plays chess? Who is the son?
At the pinnacle of intrigue, love and hate are both cut; the road to infinity is traveled day and night.
If you are tired of ordinary country narratives, please join in tonight.
The world is a board, and you and I are all sons. Only the one who plays chess dares to decide life and death.
A game of chess can kill every step; a command can overturn mountains and rivers.
