64 squares of footprints...
Where to go, I have no glimpse...
Victory is just not by fate..
It is the matter of check-mate...
White and Black...
Running both for a winning flag...
However to go, but don't be late...
It is the matter of check-mate...
Fame or Fear, drops of tears...
Learn but never give up for years...
Game of love must not be done by hate...
It is the matter of check-mate...
Victory is just not by fate...
However to go but don't be late...
Because...
It is the matter of check-mate....
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem