Notes: Part one

Coffee is bitter.

It's a fact I've always known that even adding enough sugar can't completely remove the bitterness that the coffee already has, it can only dilute – or hide.

I hate bitter things, so I still vaguely remember when I was younger, I became very disgusted with the taste of coffee. There was also a time when I thought that I would never like this kind of unbearable bitterness in my life. But what about the facts?

Sure enough, there was no equation between the past and the present.

I stood in front of the window, looking into the distance, trying to follow the figures of the two men that could never be seen, and the distance as far as I could see—this familiar city was still lit up at night as usual, and if I were in it, I would probably lose my way? because it was so bright that I couldn't clearly distinguish the road.

Then, it became a matter of course that I could not see the road clearly, let alone people. So, again, after exhaling the breath that was stuffing my chest, I raised my left hand and poured the coffee into my mouth, slowly leaving a sweet taste that made most people sick, and then slowly savoring the taste that remained in my mouth.

It is a bitter taste, to be precise, a bitter taste that is completely wrapped in sweetness, and it is easy to ignore it if you don't pay careful attention to it and taste it slowly. Then as the sweetness disappears, it seems to disappear a little more slowly than the sweetness, and each time there is a little bitterness left until the end, staying on the tip of the tongue, like a candle in the wind, but it cannot be ignored.

That's right, it's the feeling that can't be ignored and doesn't have to be tolerated, and if there's one reason why I drink coffee, that's probably it.

The experience of drinking coffee for the first time has been forgotten, but I have always remembered this unique feeling, and if I like it in favor of sweetness, this is the only exception. I don't look for reasons for other people to drink coffee, and I don't care how they taste it, but if someone happens to choose the same coffee as I do, I don't hesitate to explain the beauty of that coffee and share the bitterness on the tip of the tongue that most people don't know.

It's as unacceptable as a lie for someone who hates bitterness to tell others how to taste bitterness. Will anyone believe it?

So far, there are no people around me – or people I know.

In this regard, in addition to feeling a little regretful, it is more fortunate to be happy. Out of the selfish desire for exclusivity in my heart, it is indeed normal to be glad that this kind of thing is true. So, so far, I still haven't been able to tell that lie, and I haven't been able to say it, so if I really told this lie to someone, it would probably make the other person feel unlucky, and when I think about it, I feel that there are more things to be happy about.

There was no coffee in the metal jar in his hand, and he shook it lightly and didn't feel the presence of the liquid, so he took a deep breath and gently threw it into the trash.

The night is already deep, and when the faint bitterness dissipates, I will fall asleep comfortably.