A cup of herbal tea and a cup of herbal tea are reminiscing about the boiling water vapor in the sky that turned into white clouds. The beauty’s slender jade fingers once warmly embraced the round body of the teacup. Those hot thoughts are like the sinking soul of tea leaves. The soul is empty and swollen, leaving only indifference and helplessness, still lingering in the heart, ruminating on the impassioned fragrance, why are you still waiting stupidly for the master's red lips to pay attention for the first time and kiss the rim of the lonely staring cup instead of encountering delicate hands? A pityful splash ended this life...