When the chess game between the immortals and demons came to an end, these mortals became the catastrophe that overthrew the era.
——When the historian put down his pen and sighed that "the mountains and rivers will be silent forever".
No one knows that what was crushed into the dust and smoke was the life they had lived, loved and struggled with so noisily and yet so silently.
Intention: We spend our whole lives distinguishing between love and hate, kindness and hatred, people and chess.
But they use their lives as an annotation to ask: In this overturned and chaotic world, what is the significance of these distinctions?