[原創文章]a cup of coffee, a painful memory... painful, coffee, memory

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When I drink a cup of coffee, I will think of you...
Because of you, I like to drink coffee...
I enjoy the taste of a bitter coffee...
Although the it tastes bitter, I still enjoy it...
In fact the coffee isn't sweet without you...
I still miss you...

Whatever we met in a cafe...
Whatever we broke up in the same cafe...
Whatever the coffee tasted sweet...
And the coffee is just sour & bitter for me...

The romatic moment we have...
The painful memory for me...
There's never a day that I have to remember you...
Because I never for a moment forgot you...

When I close my eyes, I will think of you, we talked a little...
My heart throbbed and I hid my feelings behind a smile...
As I was afraid I might not be able to go back to the times...
When I had not known you...
The wind has already gotten cold...
Laughing voices fill the air with white breath...
It may be because of the winter...
That I feel like crying for nothing...
I remember that night when we first met even now...

We have come to know each other little by little...
But suddenly I find I know nothing about you...
Please tell me what you feel by the time I understand it...
You can even shout...

My LOVE grew when we couldn't meet...
My heart ached because my voice didn't reach you...
I found I couldn't go back to the times...
When I had not known you...
Please don't smile with such sorrowful eyes...
As if you were about to be broken and disappear...
What can I do, my dear?

Why sometimes I can't say honestly?
Why sometimes I can't be tender?
Why sometimes we hurt each other?
Why sometimes we check each other?
Why sometimes my heart aches so much?
Why always my heart goes out to you?
I can't think of anyone but you...

--zeta--

coffee is the taste of life;
the bitter it is, the effective it is.
but when love is gone, like the sugar melt into the deep blown sea, we can only remember the sweetness of it.

why?

because life should be sweet.