The farewell stroke at the residential area, Taman Manis.
The farewell dinner we had.
Simply gloomy.
Telling myself.
We will meet again.
We will laugh like those nights we played mahjung.
We will sing "Close to you" together again.
We will... I believe!
Slowly, gaining back my cheerful composure.
Like the usual me you have known.
Life continues.
Journey resumes.
Take care, my friends.