it's that time of the year,
where the birthdays cluster.
i've been tasked for one.
but of course it isn't my own.
anyhows,
to be completely honest and frank.
i really dun feel having anything done for my birthday.
no more ritualistic foods.
no more obligatory gifts.
no more hazy post-bday accounts.
just a quiet day passed.
i know what i want,
but freedom
simply cannot be bought off the shelf.
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停車坐愛楓林晚, 霜葉紅於二月花.
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