I am freshness when you wake up
Tiny droplets that reflect the morning sun
I extract and condense a plant's spirit
Drink me and you will feel the strength, the sorrow, the uniqueness
Of the flower, of the grass
I am crispness under your steps
In the wintertime
White and pure and fleeting
I bear the power of the Sun
And express myself through Water
In the name of the Water, of the Sun
I am Dew
English Cucumbers
10 months ago
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