Concern about you is my daily routine,
but did I do my best?
Everyone trouble you had,
I sort it out.
I give you ways to improve your life,
but I only receive that ” oh okay ” answer.
When you judge my low carry marks,
well my sleepless night are not enough i guess.
Being a perfectionist just for our work,
scold is my dinner.
When I am hurt,
tears will be there for me-not my perfect boy.
When I achieve something good,
a simple ” congrats “, and we’re back to your life.
am I still in your life?
Hurry up, the flower is dying.