There are larks in the street. Can you know if your birthday is true or not?

False. Although I am not against idealism, in real life, I am a materialist. I will read you a poem entitled Invincible, Lonely at Night, and Darkness with me. God will thank me and give me an unyielding soul. Bad luck is trapped in a bag, fearless and tearless. Bad waves often break the dam and the blood is high. Beyond the realm of grief and indignation, the road ahead is sinister, and you and I are fearless. Injury is not important, pain. I control my life and my soul. Do you still believe in larks and things like that?