Relative

When I was 4 years old, my mother left me.
My sister followed her.

I'm supposed to grow up together with my sister.
But I was forced to grow up alone.

Then I met you.
I'm supposed to grow old with you.
But you said I'm not your white horse prince.
Cos I have no horse cart but walk on a pair of bare feet.
U wanted to be princess so u want to find a prince.

Heartbroken. I grow old alone again.

Fate

5 years ago... fate put us together.
3 years ago, fate put us apart.

1st year, a lot of tears
2nd year, a lot of laughters
3rd year, forced apart
4th year, a lot of arguments
5th year, suffering cos u more and more far away (not distance, but heart)