Feel The Feel

Even today I enjoy chess alone,

Don't know why it is, but one thing,

I don't know to trap my hearts and mourn,

Don't want to regret cutting my own wings,

Wounds of my feel give you bless,

Be a rich-poor by my indomitable will,

Heavenly omen fight your stress,

With you a harsh is living with the hill,

No matter I shrink,

I will be free,

If you uprist and drink,

All the sweet drops of my sea,

Till the last judgement when I be posterity,

I help me pray, you against all enmity.