“雨滴会变成咖啡,种子会开出玫瑰,旅行是一种约会,离别是为了体会寂寞的滋味,不是没人陪,只怪咖啡喝不醉。路一走就累,雨一碰就碎,只有友情最珍贵。”当你轻声低吟着如诗般美丽的句子时,我的眼眶便已盈满泪水。难以相信上天竟真的要夺走你那如彩虹般七色的梦,夺走一株含苞的花 “Raindrops will become coffee, seeds will open roses, travel is a kind of date, parting is to realize the taste of loneliness, not to be alone, but to blame coffee is not drunk. The road will be tired, and the rain will break. Only friendship is the most precious.” When you whisper poetic beautiful sentences, my eyes are full of tears. It’s hard to believe that God really wanted to take away your rainbow-like dream and take away a flower