The last brew brings with it much nostalgia... The tinge of bitter-sweet still lingering between the lips and the fragrance still fill the air... And you still remember the taste. Good things must come to an end and so must this, but with each end comes the spark of hope of something new...
It’s strange that my heart hurts no more
For a sudden moment on this day
But I fear that my heart has forgotten what it’s for
So I stir up wounds and see what they’d say
Do I want time to wash it all away
No more memories no more pain
But the journey we take is what makes us today
So I’ll bravely face both times of sunshine and the rain
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