Author: Tsai Jung-Yung

𝙏𝙝𝙚𝙧𝙚 𝙬𝙖𝙨 𝙣𝙤𝙩 𝙚𝙣𝙤𝙪𝙜𝙝 𝙩𝙞𝙢𝙚 𝙛𝙤𝙧 𝙎𝙝𝙚𝙧𝙧𝙞𝙚, 𝙏𝙤 𝙧𝙚𝙢𝙞𝙣𝙞𝙨𝙘𝙚 𝙪𝙥𝙤𝙣 𝘿𝙖𝙙, 𝙔𝙚𝙩 𝙝𝙖𝙙 𝙩𝙤 𝙡𝙚𝙩 𝘿𝙖𝙙 𝙗𝙚 𝙗𝙞𝙩𝙩𝙚𝙧𝙡𝙮 𝙝𝙪𝙧𝙩,

𝙎𝙝𝙚𝙧𝙧𝙞𝙚, 29 𝙮𝙚𝙖𝙧𝙨 𝙤𝙛 𝙖𝙜𝙚, 𝙉𝙤𝙩 𝙮𝙚𝙩 𝙤𝙡𝙙. 𝘼𝙣𝙙 𝙝𝙚𝙧 𝙡𝙞𝙛𝙚 𝙚𝙣𝙙𝙚𝙙, 𝙇𝙚𝙖𝙫𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙗𝙚𝙝𝙞𝙣𝙙, 𝙢𝙮 𝙤𝙡𝙙𝙣𝙚𝙨𝙨,

𝙏𝙝𝙚 𝙝𝙚𝙖𝙧𝙩 𝙨𝙩𝙧𝙞𝙫𝙚𝙨 𝙬𝙞𝙩𝙝 𝙚𝙫𝙚𝙧𝙮 𝙚𝙛𝙛𝙤𝙧𝙩 𝙩𝙤 𝙛𝙧𝙚𝙚 𝙞𝙩𝙨𝙚𝙡𝙛, 𝙁𝙧𝙤𝙢 𝘿𝙚𝙖𝙩𝙝’𝙨 𝙗𝙡𝙖𝙘𝙠 𝙝𝙖𝙣𝙙𝙨. 𝙏𝙝𝙚 𝙗𝙚𝙙, 𝙩𝙧𝙚𝙢𝙗𝙡𝙚𝙨, 𝘿𝙚𝙖𝙩𝙝’𝙨 𝙗𝙡𝙖𝙘𝙠 𝙝𝙖𝙣𝙙𝙨.