All I could smell was coffee,
Whenever I was in her arms...
An earnest cafe owner,
She loved me more than her beans, she said...
All I could do was massage her shoulders,
Whenever I returned from the tutions...
A fresh dollop of latte,
She made my every day, worthwhile...
All I did now was keep her in my heart like the smell of coffee,
Whenever I looked at her picture wearing apron beside me, with tears made of salted caramel...