Holding the warmth of a cup of coffee in hand, strolling freely, surrounded by traffic, and lingering in your eyes.
Linger in the crisp and delicious youthful season.
Lingering in the quiet and sealed depths of my mind.
Lingering somewhere in the less expected future.
However, please remember to look back. It turns out that there is always someone waiting for you until you reach out to him with peace of mind.
The warmth in that hand is like you quietly holding a cup of hot drink alone.
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