Roll it up, originally everyone could have some, but it had to be competitive
Not much meat was snatched, but the pot was overturned
It could have been a situation where we could eat in peace and play steadily, but now it’s good—
The meat is neither in the bowl nor in the mouth, all in the pot
Anything informal will ultimately be forced to become formal.
And once it becomes "formal," the first batch to be eliminated,
will be those who relied on informality to rise as the "competition kings"
The ending was actually written long ago:
Competing, destined to end up dead is not others, but oneself