I’m so tired to be here,
I look at the sky,
And I really want to go back home,
Sometime I’m just tired to play this game,
This time, you say we need to talk,
I can feel there is something wrong about you,
You make reproaches about my absence,
What can I do to make you know I care about you?
If I lose you, who else will I make laugh?
May be it is really over,
May be I should just listen to others and let you fly away,
May be it is true that I put too much focus on you, and now you become my Achilles tendon