The core of skill is change,
The essence of which is
Flowing like water according to the true and false.
Full when close empty when far
My distance slides farther from my opponent,
Full when up empty when down
My tide flows downwards,
And full when right empty when left
My balance leans to that empty spot.
And then if I erase the wave patterns of change,
Every flow arrives
At the sea of nihility and scatters.
The remainder is endless completion
Neither finished nor unfinished.
It belongs to each.