OK.

I am quite delighted today.

Satisfied.

Abit of intoxication.

I am abit blessed.

Jubilant, joyous, gleeful, gratified, ecstatic and mirthful.

In the meantime, i am also very annoyed, irritated, enraged, antagonized, convulsed and vexed at my mother.

For nothing can be perfect forever, nothing could last blissfully forever.

All shall break and fall apart, all shall seperate and never find its ways.

Louder, louder

And we'll run for our lives,

I can hardly speak I understand,

why you cant raise your voice to say.