It's my birthday... and you're not there.
You wished a little late but it's okay-
you fell asleep, must be tired.
It's already 20 past 12,
I only got one wish- and it's yours.
That brought me to smile.
Because Your's over others'- you're my beloved.
Until you said:
you couldn't celebrate mine this year.
I don't know what's the reason
but I can only guess... that breaks me.
What should I do with the special day?
I don't want to be alone and lonely.
Even if I'm not alone, I'll still feel alone.
Because you won't be here at all.
This, I felt it before.
Another birthday, different person,
the same pain.
- M. Safrain
