Yow Yi-woon 游爾奐
Ancient Healing 療遠
May the source heal the wanderers.
Ancestor ants in the bazaar marching towards town’s end pilgrimage on life’s journey to the most ancient shrine.
The purest essence besieged from sight scented adrift its charms for healing to the broken hearts and souls wandering on the earth past and through to the innocent faces under the veil the fondest fragrance heals the oldest wounds which were bedded by roses under claims of glory and throne.