Cheese cake is on the table,
Waiting for a guy to cut a slice,
Beneath the table there is a mice,
Thinking of the cheese inside its mind.
The guy cuts the cake into slices,
All of the people give him applause,
Taking some pictures,
He makes some pose.
The outside is cold,
A woman stands, staring at the window,
Looking at that guy,
With unseen smile he will not reply.
It would never be like before,
Her heart becomes sore,
Thinking of the memories,
That will never going to happen anymore.