we ever as warm as freshly brewed coffee,
enjoy bitter and sweet while enjoying eye shade.
I want to spend a coffe while warm,
But you first want his . . .
Warm love does not last long.
I think that coffe can grow in LOVE.
Of togotherness enjoy, Flaavor could simply appear in words.
But love is not so simple, so are we who started to wake up
By coffee tasteless . . .
Maybe we just need a coffee just to cure a broken heart,
Not to fall in love again. Or maybe I was thirsty people,
In sadness dancing, as we enjoyed her alone.
at the bottom of the coffee cup leave a bitter.
On the coffee in the cup, the conversation of a pair of lips.
Without any sense etched . . . .
