Phin Coffee

Small street corner, Phin cafe is small too,
Sparsely, a few travelers pass on by.
Each coffee drop falls, filling the memory,
The old silhouette wanders somewhere near.

Small street corner, Phin cafe is small too,
Sparsely, a few travelers pass on by.
In that small corner, a girl sitting there,
Looking familiar, but it is not her.

Small street corner, Phin cafe is small too,
Sparsely, a few travelers pass on by.
Each coffee drop falls, stirring an old silhouette,
Wanting to hold it with a spoon but afraid of losing that silhouette