To the person that I miss him A lot

I dun think you will notice that my existence...

When you nothing to do, you'll phone me...

You're always in your most free time in my busy to call me...

You know how I was feeling it? 

Do you understand? 

Sometimes I hate you...
Hate you the person you missing is not me...

Never mind...
As long as you also know that I'll silently support you in a corner...

And very confused as to why I indulge in your voice?

Why?

I just want to own one quietly through life! 

Every day, waiting for your call...

Delusion you will call me with the feeling...
Distant Promise...
Is the endless waiting...

I will be tired, will hate it...

I dun want this kind of life!

Dun you know?! 

From knowing you now...

It seems that I like your voice the most, not you...

How strange is it....

All the pain I'll suffer in silence...
I'll never let you know...

Hope God Bless You....