Rain drops in our coffee 前几天写的 有人说让他想起Erik Satie的音乐 俺乐盲去Google估计
是这个 很受鼓舞 这画和音乐绝了 俺的配不上 有自知之明
Rain drops in our coffee
We bid farewell on a rainy day,
at Cafe de la Rotonde we frequent.
Underneath one umbrella we gaze at the ashtray,
and see through its shiny surface bent and dent.
A moment we are flooded with words to say,
but our tongues fail us motionless and silent.
Upon a gust rain goes sideway,
into our cold coffee it descends.
So we finish our coffee in the rain,
it tastes like warm salty bitter grains.
