Player: I place this stone, it is the day I choose. It is not Tengen. This stone is my day, the life that is only set in the waiting. You do hear It’s convex wobble. And soon I’ll hear that cold bowl of shadows, wanting life too quickly.
Ghost: Well, so you’ve had all Goban, with choice of stone to play. The one stone you are now watching for, is tomorrows, without squabble or whack, I’d say. The moment is rightful, also it is yours, though’ I’m here to Surround The Year, reading’ ahead of blurs.
Player: It’s warm within these corners. I’m placed there without fear. No Moyo has been gathered, my eyes are reaching clear.
Ghost: Those shadows that you vision, while not noticing a plan, has led you to Joseki, would you like to use my fan?
Player: It all seems so confusing’ all this, over here and over there. The edge seems just for finding. Your winds will push me there?
Ghost: I must admit' You're cleaver, I understand edge, column and row. But listen' my bowl rattles, welcome to my Ko.
Player: This year is almost over. Our own is not so clear, So I will move at Tengen. You see, my Moyo appear?
Ghost: All is all and counted, when blood flowed into the grid. All these stones did gather or died and then be rid. Will be no game that's finished, nor Gobans full thus finer When your Surrounding The Year Alone you always finish re-signer.