Hello baby. How are you?
It’s a beautiful morning.
When I wake up I see your face,
it’s beautiful for me.
My friends tell me about your boyfriend,
and your life.
But I feel so bad, so bad.
Tell me again, tell me I love you baby.
Tell me again. Because I’m going back.
I’m going back… maybe.
Sorry baby I can’t.
My middle month is over.
