For smoking men ~

I don't know who told me that boys without scars will not fall in love with smoking ...... A man without injury will not fall in love with the wound.

I think a harmless man will not fall in love with cigarettes.

Smoke is a memory for those beautiful details. As a gloomy man, sitting in the autumn melancholy scene smoking posture, always let him have an unspeakable sour. I guess the pain in his heart is blooming like a blue rose.

Smoke is short-lived, and all the ecstasy is short-lived. Beauty is also more beautiful because of its short-lived nature. When a person suffers a slight injury, he will cry. It is a simple man, but a smoking man will not cry easily. If he chooses smoke, he will choose a kind of beauty.

Love is a kind of harm, but men are looking for happiness in harm. Smoke is also a kind of injury, but at the same time, smoke makes men forget to hurt. The smoke is gradually dispersed, and the air is not scattered with the customs and fantasies.

A cigarette. What exactly does it mean for men? It may be the peak of lust, or the sorrow of breaking up. Love without harm is incomplete. Think of or forget those who love and hurt, all need smoke.

Smoke is not a physiological need, but a psychological need.

Long, thin, smoke burning between fingers, a little deep, a little lazy, a little confused.

A cigarette is a kind of separation.

Sitting in the dark orange coffee shop, the fragrance of the faint fragrance, all the sunshine around. Everyone is in a hurry outside the window, and everyone seems to know their direction. Smoking men, the heart is cold as a Linglong flower. A yellow book, a cup of black coffee, and a heartbeat poem bring back the shy age of boys. At that time, there was nothing to understand, and there was only a light green dream in life.

The voice is crisp, making all eyes stop breathing. The back is like a romantic cloud, so that the wind stops singing. The voice of speech is gentle, sweet, as if it were spring rain, so sad, so clean. At that time, how many lovely tears were shed for the story in the book. But now, no, because he is also a character in the story.

The fate of every man is a tragedy. Because everything is so short for men. When I was young, it was very warm to imagine getting older with a girl. Because, at that time, I didn't understand what old people were, and thought it was a kind of deep romance. Now, when the years have been cruelly scratched on your face, you can find out how terrible the old man is. Old: the moment when the smoke is about to burn out. I wiped out the cigarette butts and lit another one, but found his eye, the wet crystal. Smoke is burning quietly. In the morning, a cafe is like a young girl who is not awake, playing light music at a low rate.

Instead of sitting in a chair, it is better to say it is stuck in a chair.

The Chair of the log, such as the same flower basket, is only a gray rose lying in it.

Throughout the morning, I was immersed in the warmth of Zhu guli, smoking one by one. At three o'clock P.M., the number of people gradually increased and moved slowly. He wanted to stand up and watched the last smoke in the smoke box. Then he sat down and lit it, the match lit a dark corner, with deep melancholy marks on his face.

People's voices make him feel uneasy. Without smoke, I got up and walked away, with a very light foot and a light posture like a cat. Then, it disappears in the cold wind of October, with no trace ......

'''Rain and flowers fallen 'ask the flowers to worry, 'wind and leaf fallen' ask the night to worry