And as is my custom, only a cup of black coffee is thick and bitter is the most appropriate and appropriate to accompany me to remember you.
I chose the usual place to enjoy a cup of coffee after the rain. With you still in memory, I chose the corner table. Far enough from the crowd, calm enough to reminisce.
My cup of coffee arrived on the table. The strong aroma made me want to continue to breathe it. The deeper, the more relieved I felt. There are two packets of sugar next to the cup, but I never had the desire to pour it. I prefer black coffee that is bitter without sugar.
Here I can remember you more deeply, and I can know that you are happier after parting with me. I know, you have returned home to your first love. A woman who hardly ever leaves your heart. A woman whose name often comes in our relationship. A woman who finally gets us apart and ends this relationship.
My coffee is still the same as yesterday. Black, dense, and bitter. As you know, adding sugar to coffee is not my specialty. Just as it makes you happy. I'm not an expert.
I have not your first love.
It's still painful even though we've been apart for a long time. Your shadow seems reluctant to leave my life. Torture me. Especially after I know, it turns out that you are back in your first love. Looks happier than when you were with me.
No problem. After parting, whatever happens in your life is no longer my concern. You have the right to choose whoever can be happy to you. Tuk can make your life more life-like. Tuk can make you feel home every time you miss a house.
Forgive me if you still missed me during my time. But, calm down, I will not disturb your happy time with your first love.
I'm just trying to enjoy all this. Remembering you, remembering you, miss you in a cup of coffee that is always the same and never change.