无形的压力压得我好累。
是自己给于的要求太苛刻，
还是别人眼里的我就是这样？

想找个人分担忧愁才发现原来我都是一个人。
Work seems like the only things that left in my life.


Even wanting to meet for movie and dinner seems so insisting and unwilling.
I guess KTV, chit-chatting, tea-drinking session with friends seems to pose a happier option.

I can see you making calls and arranging for all those sessions, from morning 7am till evening 8pm i don't even get a msg nor call. Now thats what i deem loving issn't it?

Enough of all these blah blah bullshit. Work so hard get doubts in return, being in love get so tied down, so 'exhausting emotionally' if thats what you mean it is in return..whats there left in meaning of life?