A conversation between cigarettes and coffee

The night is getting deeper and sleepless. A cup of coffee, a cup of mood, a cigarette, an atmosphere. ?? There seems to be an incomprehensible relationship between cigarettes and coffee. A kind of conversation, between words. A tacit understanding is thorough. The thick coffee and the confusion of cigarettes are entangled in the air. The whole world is gray. In the face of steaming, mellow coffee, cigarettes always have senseless feelings and complaints: sometimes I really hate the world. An inexplicable dislike. ?? After saying the cigarette, he confidently waited for the coffee to ask, "Why?" The coffee asked, "Why?" It's not a word different from what you think.) ?? The cigarette smiled. Smoke-filled, cigarettes opened their own thoughts: too many estrangement and camouflage between people, including myself. Everyone wraps himself like zongzi, afraid of communication, afraid of getting along face to face. Have you lost confidence in the world, or are you completely unsure of yourself? Is it the conceit and unscrupulous drive in my heart that makes me build a gray castle for myself without knowing it? Or love that arbitrary and self-atmosphere will not be easily broken and complacent, never tired of it. ?? After reading the long nagging from the cigarette, Coffee immediately replied: this is a real world, sometimes what you see in people's eyes is not necessarily the truth, and the truth is often hidden in a deep, dark place. In that cold, sunless place, there was something twinkling in it. ?? The cigarette was sent: "mm-hmm." (express agreement.) So we are not sure, because we are groping in the dark. Coffee: this is a real world. We keep walking, starting and saying goodbye. ?? Cigarettes: and I've been just collecting. Coffee: what to collect, a lost past, an air-dried memory (yes! What are you collecting? Coffee will never know, because cigarettes themselves do not know.) ?? Maybe cigarettes are the kind of true expression between people in a collection of words, and maybe coffee is right, too. Cigarettes collect the past and memories. Or maybe everything. At the end of every time, the cigarette always says: go to bed early, don't be too late. ?? The coffee will say: drink up the cappuccino, shed tears, and drop it. ?? Cigarettes always ask: why is it always like this? what exactly is your wish? The coffee will say: go to Xizang on foot. ?? What a big wish, tragic and exasperating.) ?? The cigarette said: I wish you success on foot Xizang! Coffee immediately changed its tune: walking is just a good wish. ?? The cigarette said: at least it is a wish, but I am afraid that some people do not even have a wish. I think it's a luxury to want a wish. Coffee said: I am afraid that every dream will come true. ?? Cigarettes are speechless. ??. ?? Coffee ending: dream back to Xizang, goodbye prairie, the origin is a guest, the margin is scattered in the heart. ?? Cigarettes are thinking: Xizang is just an excuse, just a mood, a kind of sustenance. When you dream back to Xizang, you may dream of yourself and the truth. ?? 88! A cup of mellow and hot cappuccino was delivered. ?? 88! A cup of mellow and hot cappuccino was delivered. To borrow a sentence from coffee: although the sea is big, it still accepts all rivers, and although the sky is wide, there is a sky outside. Has not passed, cannot see through, the heart is bound because of self-respect.