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Sometimes I feel angry, because you’re so pride and prejudiced, you never try to talk to me, to understand me, and to listen to me. You always close your eyes that you can’t see my sincere heart, and you never open your heart that mine can’t communicate with yours. Why don’t you try to understand me? Maybe you’ll find another me.



Sometimes I feel frustrated, because you don’t give us a chance to know ether other. I can’t enter your life and have no idea what you think and what you talk. I always like a stranger or a passerby, nobody cares about me. Why don’t you make an attempt to get off your prejudice? Maybe we can get off our difficult and worsening situation, maybe we can be friends or something close. We can make it, I believe, but why you’re always so cold and emotionless towards me? You don’t really like me? Can you tell me the truth?



Sometimes I’m full of pity for you, because your word is so smart and monotonous, you don’t want to make an effort to leave your ivory tower, to open your mind, or to accept new things and new world. I think maybe we couldn’t make friends, because I don’t want a friend so narrow-minded and pride.