At the end of the day I don’t always want your pretty smile,
Rather I want your tiresome eyes looking for my arms to lean on and take a nap,
At the end of the day I don’t want you to bring joy to my after-work times,
Rather a bowl of hot soup with some boring day talks on the table,
At the end of the day I don’t just want you to dance on any kind of music,
Rather you seek for a side of the bed with a peaceful reading and good dreams,
At the end of the day I don’t want you to love me like you always do,
Rather there will be chaotic times we both have to face just to be you and that’s all I want.