A Cup Of Tea

A cup of tea is the love story of my life.

I find colourful happiness in a cup of tea,

The smoke of which is mixed with the flying letter of my unknown love, which has never been read.

A cup of tea, a piece of poetry inside me, some unsaid words, some unwritten stories, some unread novels.

When I ask you, how was today's tea?

It means that the earnestness to hold your hand and see the morning sun is hidden in the depths of my mind.

In your absence, I find the colour of the crimson sun and the twilight afternoon in a cup of tea.

This love of mine is not only about you, but also the desire to see the ethereal form of love in your eyes.

I have also made it a habit to listen to newspaper headlines with a cup of tea in my mouth so that household thoughts do not drive me away.

Consciously speaking while going to the office,

Don't forget to read the editorial column,

And talk to the girl, don't fall on my face.'

A cup of tea is not just tea, but a story of mourning.

When you determine the concentration of tea-sugar in a cup of tea, I am busy enjoying the taste of life!

A passionate love story with a kiss over a cup of tea. I hide in a cup of tea even though it's the ocean because you can't see it.