We look like strangers.

We know each other.

We don’t talk more.Three times a day.

I know the work it’s too tired to feel bad.

But u speak loundly and discourteously to us.

I know u sleep less and ur waist hurts.

But u are grow-up! Be nice to us.

I don’t want to hate u until u die.


Please make sure what’s wrong with u and take care yourself.

The stranger