Authored β’ 1998βs unyielding phenomenon whose presence radiates undeniably aflame passion that is scattered all over the stage he stepped in, πππ ππ§π¨π°.
The flowers didnβt need a reason to exist. I held them anyway, as if holding onto something that already knew how to leave. Beauty fades, but not always with sadness. Sometimes, it simply chooses to whisper instead of bloom. I think I understand that now.
The room was quiet, as if waiting for me to speak first. I didnβt. I just watched the light slide down the wall and thought about how silence sometimes conveys truth better than words ever could. Maybe rest is just another way of listening.
Time moves fast, but moments like this slow it down. Perhaps that's the purpose of birthdaysβto quietly remind us that we've shared another year together. Happy birthday, hyung! Iβm grateful that I get to say that to you again, right here and now.
The fruit remained untouched and the glass remained silent. Outside, the world looked soft enough to disappear. I lifted the chain just to see the light hesitate. Maybe that pause was the point. Maybe that's all I needed to know.
The mirror blinked first, not me. I sat there, counting the seconds until the air forgot my name. Perhaps time learns patience by watching me stay still. Nothing moved, yet everything felt heavier than before.
Happy birthday hyungnim!!!
Semoga doa baik banyak terwujud di usia kamu yg udah makin matang (tua) begini π semakin sayang dan jangan bosen traktir aku ya, sehat sehat orang baik π«°