Looking back as times gone by, how long have you been scuttering into Phoebe’s life? That may be a tough question. No one really cares anyways. As long as all is calm, serene, and tranquil, who cares about the times bygone? The past is the time that will never settle, few were actually concerned. But she care, therefore she remembered—somewhat ten months.
Some say,
We always enwrap our true taste
Especially to the ones beloved.
And when we come and face it,
Every romantic sense melts away.
Some say,
What we express is hardly what we feel
Especially to the ones in our heart
And when we organized our speech in fancy words
All the gingering charms slide away.
Some say,
The ones we care
Are always the ones who make us suffer
I guess I care too much, and therefore
I’m always distressed.
Some say,
The faces we are familiar with
Will always be the hardest to trace.
I want to include every detail
Until my paper runs out of space.
Now how should I describe you?
My dearest, dearest friend.
I can’t think of a word that matches you
When I’ve got millions of flowery adjectives beside.
There are so many things to say
So many untold fairy tales
But such little moments of joy
That passes without trace.
On this very special day
To this very special person
I want to deliver my greetings
Please, keep it somewhere safe
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Friendship is the golden ribbon that ties the whole world together.
Phoebe wants to whisper in your ears, please listen carefully, because she has only got the chance and courage to say it once. “I care, that’s why I’m here.”
Happy Birthday!
Good luck with your future life.
If you look up in the sky, you’ll know there’s some one at the other side of the world, she will be praying for you……
Love,
Phoebe.