During the journey of real life, we are often surrounded by a lingering sense of sorrow. In those coffee shops where we once spent our youth, these emotions quietly emerge through countless playful and melancholic conversations.
Coffee is fragrant and rich, yet some people cannot even take a single sip. I believe that many things can be gradually adapted to, whether it is coffee or love.
Coffee is like life, containing both bitterness and sweetness.
When he made Irish coffee for her for the first time, he shed tears because he was overwhelmed with emotion. Afraid that she would notice, he gently wiped away his tears with his fingers and secretly traced a circle around the rim of the Irish coffee cup with those tears. Therefore, the first sip of that Irish coffee carried the unique flavor of longing that had been suppressed in his heart for a long time and slowly fermented. She also became the first person to order that Irish coffee, because only she could receive this special cup.
Before realizing it, I had fallen in love with coffee. While drinking coffee, I also enjoyed listening to Tang Chao's song "Bitter Coffee." Drinking coffee, listening to music, and experiencing life may seem peaceful and pleasant, yet they often hide a touch of helplessness.
Whether the next cup of coffee is sweet or bitter, we can still choose. The attitude with which we experience life determines the many flavors we discover along the way. If you like sweet coffee, drink sweet coffee; if you prefer bitter coffee, drink bitter coffee. No one forces you to choose. Many times, it is yourself who cannot let go and allows others to make choices for you.
