Today is your birthday, but I hear no fireworks,
and
it doesn't seem like they're making a celebration for you.
It's as if today is simpler than yesterday!
But you know, I am in love with simple words...
simple days...
simple existence.
I am in love with black eyes
and
your spontaneous smile.
I am in love with your determined angry gaze
and
pouting face
I am in love with...
Wait, what am I doing?
Am I wishing you a happy birthday, or describing you like a crazy person?
And you don't even say, "Hold on, at least let me understand!"
Never mind ...
let's get back to the main point of my letter!!!!
Ah... it's your birthday.
A hundred times
"happy birthday to you, my dear."