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Willow Silk Method

Stay in the battle of Jingjing, in state of death, giant deer killing, and the water is still in the old place.
We shine in the water before, after, and in as fish scales

All the patterns are chess games
All arrays exist in its inexistence

We are the first generals and the last warriors of Chu and Han
Playing the ancient chess drama we got drunk in the dark night
Tightened, changed, good and ruined at the door frame of chess games

Someone died in intoxication, someone was alive in the games
Die and live, still in those places, don’t
Don’t go forward

I wish life may turn into a lotus, even without fruit. All way front or behind the body
Also lead to all directions
All waters are met, going straight or going against is the posture that jumps up suddenly
And is confluent or collapsed in water

Even if we are in traveling, or never return

Also with the name of the previous life
Also with the name of the reincarnation
Can be very thin, can be very wide; can be very large, can be very small
One will be idle, one will be leisure

From the corner of the mountain to the end of the earth vigorous

If God hears the pledge, using negation plus negation is equal to affirmation
There are a hundred lotus flowers in full bloom
This is the peace of the game, higher than putting cars, horses, and guns
Lower pawns patrol in the grass
Watching the smoke on both sides of the Chu River and Han Boarder

Chess is home, garden, and land
Game is life, new life, and beauty

Life is only once
We really can’t afford to lose

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Translated by Sophy Chen

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Submitted by HeartButterfly on July 22, 2021

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