May be we don't really realize.
A piece of memory that we've made this year.
Another years has passed.
We will never know.
When is the last time we met.
And when will we meet again.
We have... and still grow older.
Another year has passed.
It's not a sadness knowing that
our life will decrease every year.
It's a happiness.
It's a little story that we have to laugh at, remember at, and it's not something to cry at.
It's something that we made us alive.

And you are the person who make me alive.
Happy Birthday!