I met you in the summer when milk tea was fermenting.
Sometimes he is as evil and mysterious as a devil, sometimes he is gentle and delicate like an angel, sometimes he is cold and ruthless, and sometimes he is sunny and cheerful.
Which one is the real you?
Or are these all you?
Will I stay with you for the rest of my life, or will I just watch the sweet milk tea turn bitter?
Sweat, the milk tea is fermenting...