his 28th birthday

"I came from very far, sitting lonely on the moon. Where are you? I'm missing you! I'm sitting on the moon."

Before his eyes, was the past with the lady.

"What a gloomy world if she doesn't come back on my birthday!" said the young man in his abandoned sleep time under the starless murky sky, promising him a repetitively plain dream if gone to sleep.

He was missing the lady and couldn't hide it; his complex bursting into trickles of tear wetting his old white shirt, after midnight.

The young man was still thinking of the future with an annoying question of whether she would think of him or not? Did she care to come back? At least for the sake of his birthday on the 8th of August!

But she was gone a long time ago!

He was humming a song into the ears of the wind "where are you? I'm sitting on the moon. Where are you? I'm missing you!"

Could the wind take his heavy heart to the lady? Would she come home when she heard those words from the wind?

It was early at dawn and the young man still humming in his last breath "Where are you? I'm missing you!"