In the river of years, we have all had that special day, a birthday in the depths of memory. Mr. Yang Jiang once said, I remember your birthday, but I forgot that you no longer belong to meThis sentence is like a small mirror, reflecting the warm and profound past.
In the long river of life, birthday is a special symbol, carrying the imprint of time and recording those warm and profound moments. Some birthdays, we may not remember, but some birthdays have left a deep imprint in our hearts. It's like a book, and every page you turn is a precious memory.
When I think of that special birthday, it's as if I have turned back time and brought me back to that happy and sad moment. On that day, I had prepared a delicate gift for you, a gift that carried my affectionate heart. And you, too, have prepared a surprise for me, which is the best moment of my life.
However, time does not forgive, time slips through the fingers, and life flows in change. The birthday became silent, and the affectionate gift faded away day after day. Mr. Yang Jiang's words were like a knife, gently cutting the atrium of the heart, making me realize that birthdays no longer belong to our story.
I remember your birthday, it was a picturesque moment, and yet, I forgot that you no longer belong to me. It's a faint sadness, like a breeze blowing away the petals of memory, making that good time distant and illusory.
Perhaps, there will always be such an old time in life, buried deep in the heart, sometimes lifted by the years, and sometimes forgotten. Birthday is no longer our common celebration, but the warmth and touching are forever engraved in the depths of our hearts.
Perhaps, we can't change the flow of time, but we can choose nostalgia and gratitude. Birthdays no longer belong to us, but they belong to memories, to that deep emotion.
On this special day, let me send you a deep blessing with words, may your life be as gorgeous as your birthday, no matter where you are, you can feel that deep care and blessing. Because, even with the passage of time, that beautiful period still exists, becoming a flower of memory in our lives that will never wither.