Suddenly one day, I feel bored with the concern indifferent, suffering with the love of luxury half. Seeing the agony in the busy bus he was talking about, he felt suffocated in the slightest message.
Suddenly one day, I feel tired of his eyes are no longer sunny. Feeling tired with sobs every night. Seeing collapses in the days are not peaceful, see helpless before the lightweight sentence in the ear.
And then. I'm tired. I'm tired. We, as we do, suffer in the midst of love. A love that perhaps, the cry is more than laughter, the quarrel more than passionate love.