I often look at the sky, sometimes it is blue and sometimes it is gray. The sky turned golden when the sun rose, but in the evening it was dyed very red by the setting sun. When it rained, I realized that the sky has its own color. It is a color that can only be seen with your heart. It is almost transparent but I don't know how to describe it. . . Maybe you will also experience it in the future! Of course, probably, it may take a long, long time, or there may be no way to understand it in a lifetime~~because there are too many dazzling things around us. Too many. . . .
I like to drink coffee, and the kind without sugar is not acceptable to everyone. In fact, they don't know that the taste that stays between the teeth lingers in the mouth for a long time after drinking it. It was like the sound of a long organ. It sounded a bit sharp when heard rough, but it was not. It was something we don't have in modern life. It was a quiet, quiet feeling, just like when I was a child, I was lying in a cradle with the octagonal rotating wind chime above my head. That kind of machine can make a crisp and pleasant sound by twisting a bean sprout-shaped thing, so I laughed and pointed to the past. The shadow of it just won't come back, just like this cup of coffee, it's gone after you drink it~~~ Even if you brew it, it won't taste like the original cup, so just one cup of coffee is enough. I left the money and walked out of the door without expression. When I saw the waiter's mechanical polite smile, I responded politely, but my mood at that time was completely different, really completely different.