Coffee Dream

Cafe----, I've abandoned you on the street corner. Don't tell me the mug still has a charm, it's just a glance of sadness in my memory.

A corner of Concrete-- winter night

I walked through the desolation of the blooming season, alone refusing to follow your tenderness.

Open the revolving door of Yingying Fengling. Cafe, soft ring. In the corner where the light can not be hidden, I taste it alone and weep in a dark voice. Wet plaid shirt, black tie, lower the brim of the hat, fall into the edge of darkness.

Constrained-- forced a smile

Still can not accept the lights, indulge in money, pretending to be flirtatious is just a self-deprecating clown.

It would be better to sit here, just a faint piece of music, and there is a loose patter outside the window. Street corner wandering heavy makeup, scratching his head, charming, see, just smile, I am not a companion, will not act as their customer, this role, entrusted to passers-by A, passers-by B, the elimination of those emotions.

Adjourn-- put off the time to remember your parting.

It is the same white bench that used to be, and the lavender is fragrant. I put my heart in a small Cafe, but you leave.

After leaving the silent silence, even if it has become a habit of Ice coffee, a sip is only turned into tears. There is no room for your whirling in the phonograph, leaving only the broken fragments on the mottled walls and the red roses on the chest, withering and withering.

If Acquiescent-- 's life is just like the first sight, freeze the picture.

I acquiesce in your leaving without a trace of remembrance. The thought of seeing you throbbing for the first time has long been on the edge of memory.

Throw the ground broken, covered with red carpet, I do not know whether it is wine, or blood. The night turns, I have given up that persistent stickiness, in the night where everyone is sleeping, leaving a person, myself, staggering every alley, every street in the city.

Fictitious--, I made up your existence, can you let it go? Can't let it go?

The sun was weak on the second day, and there was nothing but the desolation and emptiness of weeds in the fields.

Fingers wrapped around the starting point of the heart, across a touch of grass front, fine number of disintegration to precipitate. This season, the wind is a little more, blowing pain all that is forgotten by love. Unable to reverse, unable to change, unable to return to the purity of yesterday.

Fanciful-- a game and a dream, after empty talk, there is no time limit.

Memory makes me brand you, prick my mind and peel off Hengyuan.

I on the roof, looking at the overlap of time and you, you ignore our fate, uncompromising. I have been buried in your world, you are gone, but I hesitate to talk. My love, stopped, abandoned, stranded.

Encase-- wrapped in memories of the journey, stagnant

Frozen loneliness, in an instant transformation, lost the season, lost the heart knot.

When I woke up, my blank memory, the blank room, and so on, drew a full stop. You are gone, you are gone; or goodbye, leaving only the rain falling on the white house, wet my heart, this night.

End--Lost Love

You left the coffee I made for you and the bookmark I folded, leaving a black-and-white picture in Cafe.