A rectangular table sits in the corner of the café, and the sunlight hits the table obliquely, as if the opening scene of a movie seems so warm. A girl dressed in white sat on the side of the table, the sun shining on her white clothes looked a little dazzling, and the coffee in front of her did not know how long it had been gone, and there was no heat rising.
The girl stared blankly at the chair opposite, her eyes sometimes warm, sometimes low, sometimes tearful. That chair may still have the residual warmth of a deep lover, the residual temperature is affectionate and warm, so that her mind is full of fantasy and expectation, and the residual temperature has long been left with the change of the girl's eyes with the passage of time, and the cold chair without emotion has long been left to look at her.
I don't know that after a long time, the sunlight has moved from the desktop to this chair, although there is a temperature, but there is no temperature that emotions cannot communicate, and the temperature of this sunlight is so real, so natural, so there is a temperature, there is no change in existence.
The girl took the cup of coffee that had run out of temperature and took a small sip on her dry lips, turning her slightly gaunt face out the window.
The crowd outside the window is weaving and the traffic is endless. The girl looked into the depths of the crowd with tears in her eyes, as if the person she had loved so much had drowned in the crowd of this stream, without looking back, without nostalgia, without giving him a look of looking back. It was as if the fragile face and the man who had not turned around were separated by this cold, hard, fragile glass,
After a long time, successive people sat in this café, there are round square rectangular irregular many coffee tables, each of which has left the residual temperature of people who have come here and got up and left, you don't know what they are talking about, who they are waiting for, what they are thinking, only to see the bustling, alternate rotation of strange faces, strange afterglow.
And there is no longer a girl on the rectangular table leaning against the window, the sun has faded, the girl's residual temperature may still be there, the cold cup of coffee has been taken away, the glass window is still intertwined with the crowd, you can no longer recognize which is the girl who once sat in this chair and left the warmth.