The evening breeze can't blow away that goodbye.
Since you left, I've been dreaming of you a lot.
We're walking side by side down that street.
Our shadows under the lights, sticky and sweet.
Time rewinds like an old cassette tape.
Only now do I get the hints in what you said.
You said "forever" was too far away,
But I didn't catch that then.
Your name still lingers in my ears,
like the wind that summer whispered near.
I swore I'd stop missing you,
but close my eyes, and there's your side view.
Your smile-so clear, so dangerously bright,
like a melody stuck on loop in my mind.
It's not just the past I can't escape,
it's also
the "I'm sorry" I never got to say.
I'm off.
Bye-bye.
The guesthouse opens in a few days.
Come visit when you have time.
Okay.
Bye.
Bye-bye.
Take care.
Oh no.
Forgot to add WeChat.
What WeChat?
The girls' WeChat, duh.
Why add WeChat?
Are you dumb?
I get it now.
They might be our potential customers.
You're trying to promote the guesthouse, right?
Uh-huh.
Zane,
did you add them?
No.
Yes.
One.
Actually two.
I feel sleepy now.
I'm going to bed.
Didn't you say you didn't add them?