They say life is like a chess game. Because there is no regret in making a move, every move is frightening. Some people make moves like flying, while others are hesitant. Just for an ending. The winner will sit on the throne, and all things in the world will bow to him. The loser, go back and become a hermit, fishing in the bright moon and cool breeze, contentedly.
Years are like a chessboard, and time is like a chess piece. There are fewer and fewer chess pieces being played, and the days are getting thinner and thinner. The bright moon is like smoke and rain on an empty mountain, unpredictable. The final result can only be reached by crossing thousands of rivers and rivers. We are just lonely chess players, thinking that by holding on to the chess pieces, we can see the world clearly and be able to control the destiny of the world. But they don't know that there are high mountains and long rivers, and every road they take is a sign of no return.