I don't understand coffee and music, I'm obsessed with the taste.
The overflow of the coffee aroma, the flow of low singing, the heart like the midnight flowers in silence, quiet only changes the page of the crash, or tap the click of the keyboard. Thoughts and thoughts are like the transparent spider silk screen in the sunlight, thin and thin, transparent, wispy, full of the space of the heart. What does it carry? Perhaps only a slight confusion, a little miss, like a dragonfly standing in lotus, do a temporary stay, comfort a moment of joy.
So, I like to be immersed in the coffee and music at this moment, can wear the imagination of the wings, left and right your tender eyes.
Through the thick dust of time, through the long hills and valleys, there will be a closed door, without reserve for me. Reality in this moment becomes the illusion of scenery, in the middle of their own stage, spontaneous, self-directed.
There was once a wanderer, like a broken kite, flying to a place where even the eyes could not touch. The palm of your hand is still a little warm, and in the comfort of coffee and music, you wake up in the cold palm of your hand and experience the heartbeat of your warm palm. Joy and happiness, such as the early spring rain, a cheerful shower of rain, lively and flowing water, dyeing the willow green.
Standing on both ends of the coffee and music days, I missed the boat. Small cabin, full of crystal clear emotion. Light, real, strong, delicate, sensitive, casual?? Those little care, silk warmth, the unguarded heart, the stubborn curve of the corner of the mouth, up a bend, become a lot of smiling face.
So, the faces that have not been changed by the years. You can't walk all the way. It will be clear at the moment.
Or would stop the pages of the page, with the finger across the words of Eileen chang: if the emotion and the time can also gently tear, throw into the sea, then, I would like to be silent on the bottom of the sea. Your words I love to hear, but I do not understand. My silence, you wish to see, but do not understand -- ignorant, the words to you in silence to you again and again.
There is no response. In fact, it doesn't matter at all. To be drunk, not drunk, half asleep, half awake, our hearts, all clear to recognize the road, return to the road.
As long as I see you, hear you, or just feel you at some point in the coffee and music days, believe me, I will be here and linger.