生命中，我們總會與各種各樣的人相遇。也有許多人只能成為生命的過客。不管怎樣，過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.
水開了，水壺發(fā)出警報聲，我假裝沒有聽見。邁克的離去也是一樣，突如其來，并且無可挽回。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。