咖啡馆,印着往来过客的心迹,古朴陈旧,却不褪色。那淡淡的花香和柑橘香,依旧青涩。窗外,细碎的灯影造就细碎的空间,在重重叠叠的潮湿中洇开温暖的光斑。车水马龙的街道,高楼巨大的阴影里,秋风像一本书,合上又打开。这时光美丽的赠与,没有谁,轻易忍心辜负。如净月秋水的,又有多少?一切际遇,皆因缘起,路上行走着纷飞的忧伤。一个人,临窗而立。时光在某个角落,孤苦伶仃。我摇晃着面前的杯子,喝着没有加糖的咖啡,品着生活的苦味。 Cafe, printed passers-by from the heart, simple and old, but not fade. That light floral and citrus fragrance, still Sentimental. Out of the window, broken lights create a crushing space, warm stacks of dampness. Busy streets, tall buildings huge shadow, the autumn wind like a book, close and open. This time a beautiful gift, no one, easily bear to live up to. Such as the net moon autumn, and how many? All the circumstances, all because of the origin, the road walking with the sadness. A person, standing by the window. Time in a corner, lonely. I shake the cup in front of me, drinking unsweetened coffee, taste the bitter life.