White tea has a cool nature, can reduce fire, is covered with pekoe, as silver as snow, the soup is clear, light and sweet.
The young man jumped down from the tall building and saw no joy in his eyes.
"I tried my best to lift my scarred hand from the mire. In the backlight, I can't see your face, but you will like the rose in my hand."
"Congratulations... I will spend this rotten life praying to the gods in exchange for that look from you that hates me."
Intention: Thousands of people of all kinds in this world have nothing to do with me...