He only wanted fame and fortune, and he loved only one person. He loves fame, fortune and power, and he loves him too. It's a pity that God chose to play chess with him. It was just a game of chess to see who was right or wrong. In the end, everyone loses everything. Because of this game, the steps were wrong from the beginning. The fault lies in his life, but the thread of love borrowed from him is mottled than a paper umbrella. Right after his death, the loneliness of his centuries-old words was overturned. All of this was just a rush into a hasty reunion. Which one is more worthy of making the same mistake over and over again?