Circles, we're going in circles
Dizzy's all it makes us
We know where it takes us
We've been before
She's packing her bags; she's packing away two years of her life, spent with her sister. She didn't know, never bothered to know the other countries. She should have at least known their names.
Closer, maybe looking closer
There's more to discover
Find out what went wrong
Without blaming each other
She should have seen it coming, should have known history was going to repeat itself. She knew about the Nordics. She knew that Malaysia was going to become big-headed, more arrogant. She couldn't blame her big sister; she couldn't blame the one who cared for her.
Think that we got more time
When we're falling behind
Gotta make up my mind
Why did she not have more time? More time to say goodbye, more time to cherish other people, anything. She should have known that this union was going to crumble, that one person would go too far. But she didn't-she wasn't smart.
Or else we'll play, play, play all the same old games
And we wait, wait, wait for the end to change
And we take, take, take it for granted that we'll be the same
But we're making all the same mistakes
She quietly clicks the lock shut on her last bag-there's only three, and one was just a small satchel- and picks them up and…leaves the room she's been living in for such a short time. She walks down the hall, everyone has left, because she screamed at them, and cried, and they respected her last wish.
Wake up, we both need to wake up
Maybe if we face up to this
We can make it through this
Malaysia didn't even say goodbye. Malaysia didn't say sorry, sorry that she got kicked out of the union. Singapore wasn't going to survive. She was too small, too weak to-how was she going to live?
Closer, maybe we'll be closer
Stronger than we were before, yeah
Make this something more, yeah
She stares at the wood of her sister's door, echoes of her footsteps fading away. Dai Lan Ling is almost ready to cry. Won't Dian Suria say goodbye?
Think that we got more time
One more falling behind
Gotta make up our minds
She's about to knock on the door, about to call out Dian's name, but she remembers.
Or else we'll play, play, play all the same old games
And we wait, wait, wait for the end to change
And we take, take, take it for granted that we'll be the same
But we're making all the same mistakes
She got kicked out, she was abandoned. She shouldn't be this nice to this person who seems to want to kill her. Was this Stockholm Syndrome? Was this what some countries suffered? She should run.
And she does. She flies down the stairs and halts in front of the door. She's about to turn that doorknob.
Yeah, yeah, that's what crazy is
When it's broken, you say there's nothing to fix
And you pray, pray, pray
That everything will be okay
While you're making all the same mistakes
Lan Ling-No, Ariella, she must remember that name- Ariella turns her head to face the empty marble and stone foyer of Dian's house. She can't help but cry. It's not shuddering sobs of pain and sorrow, it's the silent ones of confusion. She want to be free, she wants to be prosperous but…can she leave her family?Can she? Is this the price for freedom? She didn't even wanted to be free in the first place, but her people...her people wanted it.
Don't look back,
But if we don't look back
We're only learning then
How to make all the same, same mistakes again
Ariella pushes the door open and slams the wooden barrier shut, and leaves behind her memory of her only close sibling. She couldn't take the slow toture she was giving herself just so she could look back on mistakes-it hurt too slowly walks to where China is waiting, waiting because even though they were never close they still were siblings.
So we play, play, play on the same all games
And we wait, wait, wait for the end to change
And we take, take, take it for granted that we'll be the same
But we're making all the same mistakes
He asks if she's okay, with that worried tone while she's putting the bags in the trunk of the car.
Yeah, yeah, that's what crazy is
When it's broken, you say there's nothing to fix
And you pray, pray, pray
That everything will be okay
She shrugs and gets in the passenger seat, indifferent. At least she hopes she looks indifferent.
While you're making all the same mistakes.
As China slowly drives off, she can't help but look in the little mirror by the car at her old home.
"Thank you, da ge." She whispers to China. "Xie xie."
She couldn't thank Dian for her past support, so why not start by thanking those who help now?