In my past life,
I was told wrong a million times but I was never sorry, I ran away, I cry, I try, but never sorry.
Then I met you, you said I’m sorry,
I think you are the perfect match for me. You must loved me because you kept on saying “I’m sorry”.
I got my perfect match, my 1 carat diamond ring from China town.
Ordinary life with tones of sorry from you.
Then the theft stole that ring, our marriage broke.
In my current life,
Even more men said sorry to me. I said to one of them, I want to have a baby with you.
We only met once.