Coffee worries

There are many categories of coffee, and so are people. Maybe some are as kind as cappuccino, maybe some are as bitter and sweet as black coffee, but I prefer KINTA to the pure health of white coffee.

Sometimes a person looking at the ceiling can not sleep, thinking about illusory things, one by one is very clear, intermittent if a cup of coffee represents a story. So, a song also has the beginning and end of a story, whether it is the beginning or the end.

It is not easy to go to your misunderstanding, this time determined to get out of this small room that has surrounded me for a long time, no longer a person stuck in the past tense, want my coffee, but also want a complete whole. Now I am at a loss, it seems that I can not find the direction of the sign, I do not know which time the next time, good blur. The life I yearn for seems far away, accompanied by a cup of coffee every day, walking on the uninhabited seaside, living in a place with few people, near the direction of the sea, blowing the sea breeze every day to live day by day-as long as it is simple.

Whether different levels of people correspond to different levels, then what level of talent you want is like a cup of coffee, you can warm the cup again when it is hot, and refill the cup after it is finished. Once love heats up, it is difficult to disconnect, and once integrated, it is difficult to stagger. Facing me, you are a black unsweetened coffee. I try to open it, but I can't open it. When a person chooses to be silent, no matter how much he tries to do so, it is useless.

When I wanted to open this door and give you a "pass", you left. Up to now, that one is still waiting for someone to pick it up! There was a trace on the table and chair that day, the boy said, "I can't open my mouth." The girl just smiles. One day, the girl cried and cried all night, and the boy left the school they had together. He left.

No one can share the blue sky in this original summer, and the whole world is waiting for you and me to prove that we will always be together to welcome all the dreams. No one can take away these pictures. The waves sound like listening to boring melodies and tell myself loudly that all my memories are you. Perhaps it is doomed to come to this section, brave and fearless thoughts. So that memories can be branded deeply in my heart. That summer, like the first ripe fruit, it was sour and sweet.

I am the most ordinary drop of water in the sea, waiting for the sun to evaporate. If I can, I would like to turn into tears hanging from the corners of your eyes. Take away all the sad summer days for you, me, love.

Acacia bit by bit converges into boundless salty bitterness, who is the whale that immigrates Mercury, can find my sorrow? Anxious to drown in loneliness, freely drowning in the love I can not put down trying to breathe deeply, indulging tens of thousands of pores crying hoarse, but the heart is just quiet, repeated review, you because of her smiling eyes

Do you understand? Heartbeat; heartache. Thank you behind, you are the temperature of my smile.

I think love is a bit like a cactus, it doesn't need to be watered every day, as long as there is sunshine, put it aside, it will grow very well. Unfortunately, I often forget that it is full of bitterness.

Can you, don't see your tears, I don't want a summer that will shed tears

When the sea moves and the wind blows, happiness spreads. Have you ever told you that every mouthful of air you breathe contains endless thoughts for me?

With all my strength, I just want to change your smile. I don't need to be sorry. I can care about my tears, but I can't help but care about your happiness.

No direction, I can only run rampant, and then step on the noise, step on solitude, blankly looking for, my broken heart. So, in the end, I gave up you, gave up black coffee, and chose KINTA to play white coffee.

When we were young, you and I once coveted a cup of black coffee, and then kept drinking, but forgot that we couldn't drink more black coffee. Now, I switch to KINTA coffee, just so as not to hurt my stomach, not to be addicted to it, and not to get angry. When a woman slowly matures, she is sure to choose feelings that are beneficial to her body and mind, rather than ignoring all empty feelings.

The same is true of the choice of black coffee and KINTA white coffee.

I believe that in the future, my coffee worries may not be just bitter.