i hit in the window shield by hand sitting beside my mother driving vehicle as soon as 'Saturaday in the park' came out from radio. it was Sunday afternoon and i felt pity living in dormitory far away from home. maybe . . maybe i couldn't express how i  hiked on this song then to express nothing but with adolescent anger instantly.
"you mother why visiting me only on Sunday?" feeling happiness turned into the way aggressive. it happens sometimes, tell me why then?
No one in the world . . Loving too.