Waking up from a dream, memories are lost in the corridors of time and space
White clothes are flowing, elegant and refined
Who is scheming the world with an indifferent smile?
The winner is the king, the loser is the bandit
In this chaotic world, who is the real chess player?
The robe hangs lightly and sways in the wind
Can these flying red sleeves finally be with him for the rest of their lives?