When I pick up the phone at 18:57

I turned the phone ring louder, wondered if you will call me after work.
I was thrilled and extremely happy while you called.
Do I like you? Or I like the feeling of being thinking of?

I got mad because of myself

I got mad because of myself.

Not you, not she, but myself.

The thing is that I always expect too much, pretending being sick, and asking for attention without understanding and respect.

Face to the bright side, keep myself under the sunshine.

Do what I should do and let it be.

It will come to me if 'it' belongs to me.

Vice versa, if it walks away, then 'it' is just for others, as destiny.