For me, coffee has never been a crowd, noisy, rushing thing. The more coffee, the better the coffee, the darker, the more bitter. People still say that, drinking coffee is not just about enjoying a play, drinking coffee gradually becomes a culture, to push the story, to move away from the hierarchy, to relieve the late mind and to find memories.
In each place every step of the person passing, there will be stories to tell about coffee. Each tiny drop of coffee is every drop that touches the depths of the confines of the heart. Lonely, but by the black coffee cup, people see that life seems to be left with only one thing, that is romanticism, being adventure, to be with the slow breath of time.
Growing up will be lonely, but growing up then people see life having lonely moments to realize how interesting they are. It is like drinking coffee, after the bitterness in the tip of the tongue gradually feels a pleasant sweet taste spreading throughout the body. The taste of coffee penetrates into each neuron, making it clear, smooth and pleasant.
Then, life suddenly fell into a cup of coffee. It is just a bitter black and black water that people have thought about so many lives, truths, love and memories. As it turned out, it was thought to drink a drink of bitter black water like this one to drink into a soul: The soul of the farmer cultivates cultivation; The soul of the artisan has accurately calculated for each batch of roasted coffee; The soul of the artist has successfully concocted an excellent cup of coffee from taste to image.
I will sip coffee, with jazz songs. Perhaps, only those who understand the pain, imbued with the feeling of dividing the embryo, are suffering from loneliness to create the most appropriate music to blend with the bitterness of coffee.