On a hot afternoon, in a quiet coffee shop, I picked up a cup of black tea and tasted it carefully.
What will it be like?
It seems that time has suddenly returned to that era, that carefree era.
There is a breeze on the water, mixed with faint flowers.
Young you, holding my hand and running in the field.
At that time, the sky was so blue that I couldn't see any sadness in it.
And time always changes inadvertently.
Change everything around you.
Looking back, a cup of black tea has cooled in my hand.