The game has begun, and there is no regret in every move.
All beings are but chess pieces, only in whose hand they are held.
Under the curtain, the world is nothing more than a makeshift stage;
All order and solemnity are merely a splash of paint on the theater stage.
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The game has begun, and there is no regret in every move.
All beings are but chess pieces, only in whose hand they are held.
Under the curtain, the world is nothing more than a makeshift stage;
All order and solemnity are merely a splash of paint on the theater stage.