Not even a day passes by without a sip of coffee
before the dawn and the dusk
at my favorite cross intersection
coffee shop
With a cute smile and warm greetings my day starts
with the smell and the taste of
every ounce of the brewed coffee
that savors my taste bud
At the cross intersection of the road always I gaze
at her in astonishment for the
frequent color change of her clad
with which she looks pretty
I am overwhelmed with joy whenever she is in green
for she looks lovely and allow me
to pass over her with an elegant smile
while the others pause in resentment
I am disgraced with dishonor whenever she is in red
as she looks pleasing for others
with whom she allows to pass by
while I left with envy
before the dawn and the dusk
at my favorite cross intersection
coffee shop
With a cute smile and warm greetings my day starts
with the smell and the taste of
every ounce of the brewed coffee
that savors my taste bud
At the cross intersection of the road always I gaze
at her in astonishment for the
frequent color change of her clad
with which she looks pretty
I am overwhelmed with joy whenever she is in green
for she looks lovely and allow me
to pass over her with an elegant smile
while the others pause in resentment
I am disgraced with dishonor whenever she is in red
as she looks pleasing for others
with whom she allows to pass by
while I left with envy
