A pot of green tea turns acacia

A pot of green tea drips into the cup, and my thoughts are pulled back to what I once lived, from the beginning to the end, from acquaintance to acquaintance, from falling in love to separation. There are too many regrets in life. What we can do is not to let those regrets turn into regrets. Time is too hasty, and we have turned and left before we can say goodbye to this relationship seriously. Every time I think of all kinds of sorrows, I only silently turn into the tears of the world of mortals.

two pots of green tea, the tea is rich in flavor and pure in feeling, and only the homesickness can be remembered. Adding a cup of tea is slightly cool, and the entrance is sour and bitter. A song of tenderness, rendering the gradually cold heart. There are ups and downs in the world, beginnings and endings, all kinds of feelings in the world of mortals, which have no roots and are doomed. Only when there is nothing to do, drink without worry, step on reincarnation and write again in the afterlife.

three pots of green tea, which will melt a little bit of homesickness and write down a lot of unfulfilled feelings. Turning around is a dream, and flashy life is fleeting. Beauty is easy to get old, who sees through this falsehood, who understands this tenderness, who guards who's life? I only wish this life would not be so gentle, and I only wish this life would not be so sour. So there will be no more tears of the world of mortals.