生命中，我們總會(huì)與各種各樣的人相遇。也有許多人只能成為生命的過(guò)客。不管怎樣，過(guò)好自己的生活才是最重要的。
Somehow never managing to make that cup of coffee. Somehow when the kettle piped its finishing warning I pretended not to hear it. That's what Mike's leaving had been like, sudden and with an awful finality. I would rather just wallow in uncertainty than have things finished. I laughed at myself. Imagine getting all philosophical and sentimental about a mug of coffee. I must be getting old.
水開(kāi)了，水壺發(fā)出警報(bào)聲，我假裝沒(méi)有聽(tīng)見(jiàn)。邁克的離去也是一樣，突如其來(lái)，并且無(wú)可挽回。要知道，我寧愿忍受分與不分的煎熬，也不愿意以這樣的方式被宣判"死刑"。想著想著我就啞然失笑，自己竟然為一杯咖啡有如此多的人生感懷，我自己一定是老了。