Under the soft glow of streetlights, the night breathes as the world slows. The bike rests quietly, a silent companion in stillness. Shadows fall over the road, and the sky watches, a reminder that even in motion, there’s peace—a fleeting pause, a glimpse of beauty in the quiet.
But the night asks nothing of you, only that you sit, wait, listen. Let the breeze carry your quiet thoughts, let the stars become distant companions. Somewhere, between stillness and steel, your presence writes its own forgotten verse.
Underneath the neon whispers, a shadow bends against the yellow chair. Folded like crumpled letters left unread, between the ripples of glass-topped solitude.
“Why am I not allowed to grow closer to you? When affection arirses in the blood, heart wishes to speak to heart. If posdible, I would like to extend to you a warm hand. In this world of ours, this is only a natural human act, as I believe you will agree.” — Soetsu Yanagi.
Kim Soohyun wearing an expensive tuxedo, dancing in this magnificent ballroom, with his dance partner is the most stunning woman in the room, who radiates class and sophistication in her elegant dress.
The music came to an end, they stopped dancing and looked at each other. They had performed wonderfully and had truly made a lasting impression on everyone in the ballroom.