The string is tight
Loads on head
Cried whole night
I am so sad

Shall I just hang
Without a thought
Shall I just bang
Without a doubt

What's in it
I wonder now
Shall I open it
With what and how?

A scissors maybe
To cut these strings
Let me see
What this brings

He sent me this gift
A memory scrapbook
I brushed the cover to lift
How much time it took

To get all memories
Together look
From playgrounds to ceremonies
Every moment he hooked

On this scrapbook, a gift
How I miss him now
He wasn't on invitation list
Shall I call him now

Yes, I should
It was my birthday
But he could
Have wished me this day

Moments and smiles
His number I dialed
We talked for a while
I felt love blooming wild

A date on tomorrow
With him only
Gone are the sorrows
No longer lonely...

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