today is a cold winter day
sun is hidden behind the clouds
wind is blowing everywhere
and my eyes still gazing at the passengers
while i'm sitting in a warm and friendly cafe as usual
sometimes i'm drinking bitter coffee
sometimes i'm writing something on a small piece of tore paper
sometimes listening to the light music nearby
sometimes smiling unreasonably to the red roses on the table
but always thinking about you
caring about
worrying about you
and still waiting only for you
till...
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