"A year ago, the people of Yilan chose Lin En to be the mayor of this city."
The slightly gaunt Lante stood in the drizzling rain, behind a solid wood podium.
In front of him lay a coffin, just placed on a mechanical platform, draped with a flag adorned with White Jasmine Flowers.
The petals of peach and plum blossoms followed the raindrops, brushing over the damp flag.
"Throughout his life he pursued many careers; he was a columnist, a doctor, and served as a council member in the city council, a cabinet minister, and even became the council speaker,"
With his calm voice echoing through the microphone and hidden speakers into everyone's ears, Lante watched the dense crowd in front of him, "Finally, when he realized that none of this could achieve his ideals, he decided to make a run for mayor.
"He ran for mayor four times, failing in the first three, and the Yilan Morning Post once mockingly called him 'the perpetual mayoral also-ran.'