Tired of
There is a kind of person in the world,
When I'm with you,
Always told to put on more clothes,
Pay attention to your own safety.
You feel bored,
And it feels warm.
When you pay,
He always talks about how difficult it is to make money.
I'll give you some money.
This kind of person,
Called parents.
There is a kind of person in the world,
When you are together,
I quarrel with you occasionally,
Quarrel with you occasionally.
He is so bad that he always steals your snacks.
Always tattling on my parents,
But I will always love you more than anyone else,
You have the closest and closest relationship.
This kind of person,
It's called hand and foot.
There is a kind of person in the world,
I will always think about him when I don't meet him.
When we met, we blushed and our hearts beat.
I can't say anything.
He can always catch your heart easily,
That you can't forget,
It can also make you think and sleep badly,
But you're still happy,
Because you love him,
He is your sweetest and sweetest burden.
This kind of person,
It's called lovers
There is a kind of person in the world,
Know some of your little secrets,
When you make a mistake,
He helps you find reasons;
When you have a crush on someone,
He brought you a message;
When quarreling with lovers,
You'll run to him crying.
You're sorry that you always think of him when trouble comes,
But you are lucky to have such a good person in your life.
Maybe when you're together,
Walk longer than a couple.
This kind of person,
Called friends,
There is a kind of person in the world,
Always grew up under the protection of parents,
Position yourself in the relationship between brothers and sisters,
Find true love in the care of your lover,
Get warm in the care of friends.
You know these people have passed through your life,
Enrich your life.
You thank them for everything,
But I can't always say it.
This kind of person,
Is yourself.