The Book of Hidden Gods

Love begins shallow, then grows deep; though I cannot forget you, not a trace remains in memory.

In this fleeting life, I compose a poem without a title, only to regret that we came to know each other too late.

Everyone says fate is heartless, never realizing that it, too, has feelings. He said, "Everything in this world is nothing but a game of chess." Yet this game of chess ensnared even him.

Once, the two of them kept each other company, bamboo shadows slanting beside the cliff.

Later, they turned their backs on each other. One left, and the forest stood empty and silent.

But he never regretted it.

Even if the two of them became strangers, in this lifetime, he would still give it a try.

PS: This is a story about a mastermind who loses his memory and devotes himself to pushing the plot forward to achieve his goal.