The world is a huge chessboard, criss-crossed, black and white.
The player holding the chess piece controls the chess piece, but the person holding the chess piece is not a black and white piece?
But there are always people who don't want to be chess pieces,
Drinking fine wine and playing chess on the boat, admiring the autumn moon and the spring breeze while laughing and chatting.
Look at me, like a frost painted halberd covered with cold light, breaking the dead chess!
