Through dusk and stormy hue, may you’re not just surviving — but conquering.
On this day, adorned with light anew, let my woven words gather the hush in you.
The bruises you bear — none else can trace, the bitter and ache — no tongue dares to embrace.
As if the sky leans on your shoulder’s grace, yet never even once you let sorrow show its face through your glance.
At times, i gaze into your mist-filled eyes, and yet you’re still going through,
Your steps stay firm, through dusk and stormy hue,
as if the tempest, too, bows down to you.
You’re a creature with a body forged in steel, yet a soul that is softer than silk could ever feel.
It is no ease, to stand strong in the hush of days, nor light, the burden time quietly lays.
And still, your presence remains ever true—
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not merely staying, but guiding souls through
the blur, where lost hearts reach with trembling view.
So on the day your years grow one more flame,
i’ve sent prayers through winds that willing to guide you home;
May peace wrap gently around each fragile part of yours,
though they aren’t always blue, may your skies no longer feel rue.
And sincerely i hope you’re not just surviving — but conquering.
Take a moment, to thank the soul within your skin,
for how far the thick and thin that you’ve been through
even silence applauds you all along.
and just so you know, that little cheol would look at you in awe —
so proud and true.
