The Other Dimension of Chess
Someone told me,
Chess is like the art of war
No matter the bluff
Show weakness and doubt
Have the courage to stand the last factor
Never lose hope
This is the way of the king.
You really have two brushes to play and win
The real king does not exist on the chessboard
It's in the heart.
And the so-called kingly way is not winning
The chess game
It's not about gamble and unscrupulous in the mall
But spread benevolence and righteousness to the world.
Rich people speak with reason
Rich people believe in kingship
The rich believe what they say.
Actually, I really want to go back to the countryside now
Leave the big city
And became a farmer there.
There is a mountain spring
Or better to have a field
To plant trees for shade
Not withstanding the flaming sword
Beacon honor to the world
Continue, studying chess just from the silence
And take a chance to soul-search from within.
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