Time flies, time flies. When the autumn wind picks up again and the red leaves cover the slopes, another birthday of yours is coming. At this time last year, I was so busy and trivial that I couldn't write a deep blessing for your birthday. I have always been deeply regretful. I once said that I would write a few shallow words for the beauty of this encounter and the sincere friendship. In this way, an agreement has been placed in my heart, silent for a long time. When winter comes, I look forward to the bright spring. When spring goes, I look forward to the colorful summer. When the maple leaves turn red, I know that the season I am looking forward to is coming. Your birthday is approaching.
