How is it good? Half of the pieces on the board are gone, and the elderly players are already terminally ill. He looked up at the autumn leaves, with the smell of decay, one by one, covering the broken computer screen in the garbage dump. He was a little melancholy and picked up the fallen leaves, put them on the chessboard, and gathered the pieces that had long been gone. He laughed like the fallen leaves on the chessboard, and like the weeds fluttering in the wind on the ground.