The sunset is beautiful. The joys and sorrows in the dream do not exist. I secretly tasted the taste of his tea in my dream. It tasted very bitter, very realistic. Just like the first encounter, it was full of ignorance and confusion. I suddenly felt lucky that although our belated encounter made us miss each other's hardships, our relationship was preserved. Maybe everything has its time to grow freely, and so does encounter. I didn't fall in love with drinking tea until I was almost 30 years old. You can imagine that if a cup of good tea were served to me who was a coffee drinker in my twenties, I might not be able to bear the bitterness and taste the fragrance in the aftertaste. You appeared at this time, but I didn't miss it easily