"Happy..Birthday..to me.."
These words may sound delight for others,but for himself..it wasn't..
He set the table and sat with his cat ,alone ,eating the vanilla cake he bought a day ago at the bakery shop.
"Looks like.. it's only you and me again,Coffee (the cat's name).."he sighed
And as the smoke slowly..vanishes in the thin air..
He took the heart glasses from the gift he also bought for himself..
He wore it,to cover his tears...
"Nobody still remembered my birthday..."
That's the same words he also used to say last year ago..
