My dear...
Little by little, I don't feel myself important to you...
Because love is mutual I think...
I seem to find my passion only...
You choose your jobs, sacrificing up your caring to me...
I try to work so hard, and try to be surrounding to you all the time...
But I become more and more lonely...
And I still want to be surrounding you...
But you just don't ask if I am there...
Or if I am still okay...

I am still like a nightingale...
always want to hum for you...
always expect one day our dream can come true...
always picture that I am holding you and singing...
always imagine the happy days we can have sooner or later...
What I expect is just more me in you...
Just more me in you...
Then I will be satisfied...
Then I can stop tearing..