A Record of a Mortal’s Journey to Immortality

Lately, I often think, A hundred years of life, just like a day for a mayfly, What does longevity mean to me? But once again falling into a cage, It's better to enjoy chess and wine with friends, To find love and walk hand in hand on earth, Enjoying a century of glory before returning to dust. But the heart's quest for truth never changes, Even if struggling through a lifetime, striving for that thin thread of fate, Just because since childhood it was known, Life is like a game of chess, Once the piece is placed, there is no regret.