In this sunny place, twenty years ago it was also a winter, and chess friends were fighting here. A cup of tea, a cigarette, a game of chess, a whole day. Even heavy snow flew a few inches thicker

In this sunny place, twenty years ago it was also a winter, and chess friends were fighting here. A cup of tea, a cigarette, a game of chess, a whole day. Even when the snow is flying and accumulating a few inches, moving the chess equipment to the top of the building, playing proudly, not afraid of the wind and snow, not happy.

When I was young, I really didn't know how to be tired, and I was tired of being tightly pulled by the rope of victory and defeat. If one is so focused on one thing, one forgets the whole world.

Sit here again, as if in a trance. The chess players are gone, and the years are still cold. It doesn't matter if your mind is racing, it just keeps moving forward. Silent and silent, taking everything away.