The lake that can cry out grievances, the pen that can draw souls, the grass that can cure all diseases
A story from when you pointed to the east and I moved to the west to handle a case together, to when you called me black and I called you white, we lived together.
The story is also known as for free (not
Treacherous and cunning × straightforward and outspoken
It may get messy as you write it down... Just take a look at the picture to make it interesting