B10:44
The door clicks shut and I am finally alone.
门咔嗒一声关上，我终于一个人了。
The air still smells of coffee and perfume.
空气里还残留着咖啡和香水味。
I walk around picking up cups and plates.
我走来走去收拾杯碟。
Each saucer holds a story of a conversation.
每个碟子都装着一个聊天的故事。
That laugh by the window, that serious nod.
窗边那个笑声，那个认真的点头。
I replay them now in the dim light.
现在我在昏暗中回放着它们。
Days like these remind me why I work.
这样的日子提醒我为什么工作。
Not for the numbers or the reports.
不是为了数字或报告。
But for the connections behind the screen.
而是为了屏幕背后的那些联系。
Tonight I feel tired but also full.
今晚我觉得累，但也觉得充实。
Full like a house after a party.
充实得像聚会后的房子。
Empty of people, but rich with memory.
人虽走了，但回忆满满。
晨
When the last guest leaves
by @chen_48