Some kind of Wonderful

Don't remember the clothes I wear, don't tell me earlier the time to meet and then I am late, don't tell me earlier when and where to turn when I am driving and then we missed the turn, and my whining of many many other stuffs, and of course the "bu shuang-ness" that I always show. But yet you take ALL of my nonsenses. Why?

"Now every time my little world seems blue

I just have to look at you.

And everything seems to be

Some kind of Wonderful"

Time to snooze before getting up for dinner. Late night work trip later to Zurich, and of course with the favorite. :)