Tea master, a leaf's soulmate. No matter how sunlight and rain nourish the tea tree, the leaf remains a simple green leaf.

When the tea picker plucks it with hands fragrant with earth, the leaf's life begins a new chapter. Its fresh wound awaits the soulmate's hand—to perform an aromatic dance with its very life.

When the tea processor roasts it with hands tempered by high heat, the leaf's body dies while its soul is nourished. Life's trials bring self-perfection, yet it yearns for a soulmate's admiration.

When the tea brewer steeps it with trained, reverent hands, the leaf finally ascends. That life-performance dance completes itself in boiling water's embrace. Like Bo Ya's zither melody, it awaits its soulmate.

When the tea drinker sips that fragrant tea, water and leaf pour their hearts into an oral抒情—the leaf's life finds completion through a kindred spirit. Ever-changing aroma, rich sweetness, swift lingering aftertaste, vibrant salivation—the leaf sketches its life story through tea liquor, repaying its soulmate with spiritual resonance.

Tea master, a leaf's soulmate. From picking, processing, brewing to tasting—all are bonds of understanding. Without that "scholar dies for his soulmate" devotion, how could we deserve such fine tea?

I dedicate my remaining years to serving tea, leaving worldly dust behind.

I vow to repay tea's soulmate kinship with a lifetime's devotion.