手里握着一只小巧而温暖的咖啡杯,思绪随着那杯中的缕缕白烟飘荡在城市冬日阳光的天空中。我习惯追寻,追寻那一切令我感到快乐的东西,想要抓住它,握在手心。虽然似乎已近在眼前,张开双手,除了空气中弥漫的一丝寂寞的味道,其余的瞬间又变得遥不可及…… Holding a small, warm coffee cup in his hand, his thoughts drifted with the white smoke in the glass in the winter sunshine of the city. I am accustomed to pursue and pursue everything that makes me happy. I want to grasp it and hold it in my hand. Although it seems to be close at hand, with his hands open, except for the slightest taste of loneliness in the air, the rest of the moment has become unstoppable...