If meeting her was my destiny
Then losing her is my fate
One who teaches you how to love
Makes you learn the meaning of hate.
What should I do with those memories
Memories of good old days
Some are part of you, some are part of me
As now we have chosen separate ways.
How can I ever move on
For you were the one I called my home
Once a wanderer, again a wanderer
But no one besides me to roam.