Birthday

We are two very different children. I'm a sad boy, because my mother can not afford to buy a car. and you're so cheerful, because your parents are rewarding you with Barbie dolls and a piece of chocolate that opens a pink ribbon for your birthday present.
You said "you want to be proposed like a prince today and your mother assure her".
Your ideals can not I grant!

You cry, do not accept your dreams dispersed and decide to go manifest with another prince.
I do not need melancholy because you left, and you do not have to fantasize on the head that I'm waiting for your return. Maybe we are stubborn and naive.
it is right that we are destined as 2 pieces of different Inscriptions.