On the trembling voice of the song "Walking through the Coffee House"

The cabin is full of fragrant coffee, and my feelings for you remain the same. I don't know when to continue. Let me pour out my thoughts to you.

When you have a person in your mind for a long time, but the news of that person is like vast smoke, you have a lot of fantasies about that person, and you really want to know if she is doing well now. You always imagine her situation as the most dilapidated possibility, just like staying in a cafe and silently watching the steam come out.

I think the best thing for me is that I'm sitting in a cafe drinking coffee and you're right behind me. I think the happiest thing for me is watching you smile every day.

There is melodious piano sound in the coffee shop, and the warm sunshine shuttles through the cracks, comfortable and long, filling all the emptiness between heaven and earth.