The small spoon stirs the coffee evenly, and watching the rotation in the cup seems to be a picture of life without rhetoric. Although there is no red and green lining, it is a very real gray-yellow color. I know that the colorful balloons on the street are beautiful, but they are intangible and untouchable. Perhaps when you are tempted to add a little caress involuntarily, the beauty will instantly fall into pieces. Don't be stupid, there is only the coffee in my hand, no matter how I stir it, it keeps spinning so quietly...
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