The ancients once said
Three meals a day, one night
A pot of tea after meals
So
I think the tea boiled water
open the feeling of my first love
Like, maybe like the feeling of
I feel
Slowly slow down is a way of thinking
but because
So light and shuman dance like
May be like the color of the sky
Like fragrant clouds and beautiful intoxicated
The original taste of life
has always been fond of fame and shame
However
may be my willingness
I personally handle the happy decision of every piece of tea
I bloom my own style
I love
and the soft and sweet
In my heart From this moment on, a
considerate tea leaves
slowly begins to be the same family relationship
However, because of the taste of longing
gently brew a pot of tea fragrance
is the wind and rain in the night
no longer has the blindness in life
Dad pleased me with the feeling of soaking for them
So, I soaked
However, except for my poor eyesight
Maybe, there is nothing wrong with that
But, they are drinking
keep drinking
A way to have a stable life
It is also a feeling of being safe and sound like
Maybe it is like this
Maybe it is like this l0
Let me talk about it again
Maybe
From my dream
I feel the purity and fragrance of tea
So, looking at the sky, thinking in my heart
That's it, please don't laugh,
That's it, in my home
I think, love is a way of emotion
love
is the only sweet and fragrant
that feels the only
taste
