Today is my birthday. Many people congratulated me. But among those who congratulated me, there were many important people who were not there, such as my father and my grandmother نانو because they are in a world where no one comes back to give anyone a message of happiness or sorrow. We are ordinary people. This small thing has meaning. I remember the date of birth of many friends who were once friends, but none of my friends ever wished me a happy birthday. I was very loyal in every relationship, but in the end I only got pain. This is not just a problem of today, this is in every matter of life. Now it seems that even my own shadow is not sincere. I am also a deception and you are also a deception. Thank you, mother, for congratulating me and giving me birth. The only sincere relationship of this earth.
