烧刀子与竹叶青

Like most of other gardeners, Lyster was a little bit old and burned by years exposed to sunlight. He's hair was wavy brown, sometimes you could see white comes out, but he didn't care much. When you walk by his garden he always smiled to you and invite you inside for a cup of tea. Lyster left nothing for himself but those shinning flowers. He was found killed in an ethical conflict, his eroded body, without his smile and the soft coffee hair, but with those loyal plants insert their roots and shoots into his empty eye.