Today is a special day, but this special day has long been known.

I can't see it, I can't touch it, but I can't see it, but I miss it.

The water of Yao Pond falls into the mortal world and turns into lovesick tears.

The clouds are beautiful, and the heart is turned into lovesickness.

You haven't seen you for many years, have you changed?

Once upon a time, did you, like me, think of you and me?

At the age of thirty, time flies a little too drastically, and there is no pause.

More than once, I repeatedly thought about my former self, my ignorance, my arrogant recklessness, and my unruly impulsiveness, all of which became my guilt in my heart for you.

You used to call me affectionately:

"It stinks. ”

I call you:

"Bear. ”

The ironic memory point, although sweet, is not tepid.

Some people say that after a long time, it will fade, and those who love will not love it, and those who can't think about it will not want to give it up, and those who can't give it up will give it up.

What is this?

Love is loved by time.

I think about it because of time.

The inseparables are becoming more and more unforgettable because of time.

I really want to go back to the past, even if it's just for a day, I will do everything to make up for it, if I can go back to the past, even if it is just for a minute, I will hold you tightly in my arms and never let go.

The fetters of reality always make people unable to deal with themselves, and the cruel price always makes people drift away.

Along the way, when you are at the peak, you can't live forever, and when you fall, what else will there be? What else will there be?

At this age, I have long been sharpened invulnerability, and I am adamantine.

I think back to the time when I wanted your family to look at me and make them willing to accept me, and that feeling of pride in the sky is comforting until now.

The best time when you were young should have been with you, and that attachment belonged to you.

I may have been a little decadent lately, but my heart has never been so relieved.

But I didn't stop moving forward for a moment because I pretended to be decadent, I miss you, her.

The sea of books made me restless with nowhere to put it, and I found a moment of comfort.

No deliberate, no worries.

Whenever I describe the past to my heart's content, I have the illusion that I love you!

This love, maybe you will never know, but it is true love.

It's your birthday, you're a year older, are you fat?

How are you doing?

Can you still cry like that?

Do you still blame me?

Will you think of me too?

I owe you so much, too much.

What is enough to make up for it, and what is worth compensating.

No, nothing, only regrets.

If there is a moon old in this world, how good it would be, I will quietly tie all the red threads of you and me together and hide them.

What's going on, and you don't love it?

The one who accompanied you into the auditorium is not taking you around to play and spend a happy day with you?

Once I could, stay by your side, watch you quietly, in another ten years, we will pass the age of falling in love, will love become unlike......

Will love not become as colorful as it is now?

But there will definitely be a new way to continue the foreshadowing of love and continue to walk, what it is, maybe we will understand it when we reach that age.

Happy birthday, the one I love!

Eat fat, don't get hurt again,

Be happy, stop crying,

The good thing for me is that you have heard the song countless times.

I set up three candles for you, blew them out for you, and sang for you the song you liked:

“Can You Feel My World ”

Isn't it weird, why isn't it a birthday song, it's just that this song has memories of the past.