Pizza Hut in the afternoon there is a seat that I love, when Lin Chuang location. Always sad or happy that it will be there. Or is sometimes calm, nothing of, was sitting in那里.
Not happy, I quietly to the cup of hot cup of fragrant tea and the refreshing ice cream, and makes the cold dissolves the mouth Naiwei. And then, when the last one, sip into a spoonful of fragrant of milk tea, savor a cold and numb after the warm spring and a slight sting. the kind of mixture of pain and comfortable is the winter night, after a foreign land Ye Guiren run around the fire roasting the tears when Mankuang. In the dusk outside the window sihe in Tai Shou looked was a cup of orange lights slowly tomorrow. so sad are the hearts of all as hidden as the city's noise down, leaving only some small feelings of regret of the Yu Sheng.
Some bitter taste of a person you want, and some sweet and always no one to share. Who says that each of us on the road of life is not a lonely journey really necessary? When no one to share and confide my happiness, I think so Sitting alone in a bright taste, such as washing the window of my ecstasy is another extreme happiness! look out the window hurriedly where pedestrians, who can understand my great vitality and within the heart and the surging emotion of it. Such an implicit Secret of Happy faces bringing a Kisaragi make my eyes sparkling bright! steaming coffee on the table where, in the stirring of the dark vortex where precipitation me a dirty little secret and happiness. tiramisu is my favorite this time a tea. It is a wonderful feeling of happiness can be used to interpret all of my knowledge, only tasted and really understand its people to understand. If you can not accurately grasp the best time to taste it, then, as one is often used to treat the attitude of happiness, all the best to disappear in an instant. which makes the most sad and contrite, unfortunately, is not happy that it has not come true, but rather it is close around us, you are fundamentally not been aware of that allow it silently from your slip through our fingers ... ...
Quiet afternoon, the hands carrying his refreshing sweet and sour orange juice. No longer need to think about, but Thanksgiving's life can give me a chance, the faces flickering in the window where pedestrians, in the others or illness, or the footsteps of Xu-ri , let me have a healthy physical and leisure time to watch and speculate on their sorrows and joys. Despite the huge whirlpool of life, I are neither floating up and down and can not determine their unknown future. While the future is all quietly hidden in front of the road in life. I still like it one after another, or sad, or hi, or want to do nothing quiet afternoon tea!
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