You keep praising the sweetness of coffee with a million rhymes...
You worship with a song full of love...
You convey the taste that your coffee is so sweet...
Then you forget the sugar that gives you the taste...
I'm the coffee you kept quiet...
Then you play sad songs with the philosophy of wounds...
a tone that can tear me apart in chanting...
Someday you will realize after I leave...
That your coffee is no longer sweet without my presence...
I just want to give a message...
Someday you will enjoy the bitterness of coffee...
As bitter as memory lane...
