In the life of a complete chess piece, love is just a chance collision, like a business trip.
The murder in a brothel, the remains of corpses in ancient tombs, the confusion of doctors and ghosts, and the infatuated love of children in the secluded water caves are all in vain in the end, or just a small step in a game of chess. The article introduces the concept of time as the fourth dimension, framing this endless dream, and when you wake up from the dream, the lingering red fragrance is lingering.