The return of my birthday,
if I remember it, fills me with thoughts
which it seems to be the general care of
humanity to escape.
The return of my birthday,
if I remember it, fills me with thoughts
which it seems to be the general care of
humanity to escape.
One day sky was crying.
I ask him why are you
crying today.
He told me i have lost my
beautiful star.
It was a day when you were born.
“HAPPY BIRTHDAY”