White was mine that pawn was my first move,
black was yours and you started with your horse.

When my bishop crossed the boundary
you opened a pawn in the middle,
so I positioned my queen together with my bishop.
You paused then and taught;
you’re so serious and quite.

So I made an attempt to talk to you
but you declined; instead
you moved one pawn to support the other one.

I attacked your camp and you depended well
I was impressed, so I expressed my appreciation
and you felt so proud with yourself.
That when you counter-attacked
my king was cornered.  I lost the game.

But I won your desire to set another game
with open conversation; all along I learned
that you played just to prove that you are good.
I lost again.

When we played on the third time
I finally bet you; at this time you understood well
the meaning of sportsmanship.

I win friendship – as well.