A pair of wings doesnot mean an angel,you, amiable you, without wings, are the nicest angel.Arms are your wings, heart is your feather,which bring you to my heaven.Watching you fly over the glorious ground,I am excited for you;Watching you sleep in the sweet dream,I am happy for you.Although the battle is coming soon,I still believe in you, absolutely.As said, you are imperfect,but that is what makes you my angel,My nicest angel, I've ever had.

Happy Birthday to my dear Arne!!!!!!And thanks for Tommy's beautiful poet^-^

呵呵生日快乐！