Tell me , baker

Like I was always a girl, and never know that his mind.

This time, I still ask, why things of him all sting me?

Maybe like the sunny day in Birmingham, I cannot sustain myself ,
again and again, crying and forgot I am not the same in past.

Any things are so far can't grasp, I want a place that I won't need to scare any more.
That's my own possible world, where I can write the things, draw the color and sing only happy melody.

I don't want to cry again.

I can't.

Tell me, baker,
when will you leave again?

Tell me, baker,
can you hear again?

I keep the promise to myself,
Never give up,

Never miss the memories,
the memories make me pain.