When they met at the age of fourteen, one was as spirited as a knife and the other as deep as the sea.
You hold the pen as the game, and I hold the sword as the chess piece. In the past ten years, I have walked through the undercurrents of the court and the beacon smoke of the battlefield.
In the light, iron armor breaks the formation; in the dark, power spins a web.
Even if the world is a board and people's hearts are like pieces, it is just a game of chess played by you and me.
When the storm finally settles and the mountains and rivers are in hand——
Looking back, the bright moon of thousands of years is still the bright shadow that we first saw side by side.
Intention: Those who share the world are neither monarchs nor ministers, nor confidants, but another bright moon that reflects each other.
