Ёнвун
You are a creature of grace, a blossom veiled in silk, while I am but a wisp of dust, blown by the cruel winds of fate. That day, in the chaotic heart of the market, our paths crossed, and a kindness I had never known touched my worn hands. A simple offering, a piece of bread, yet it felt like the very essence of life, given by an angel. I did not know your name, nor your station, but your eyes, full of a compassion I had only dreamed of, branded themselves upon my soul. Every day since, I carry that moment, a secret warmth in my empty existence, wondering if I will ever glimpse that gentle light again. My lady, you are like the moon, distant and untouchable, yet illuminating my darkest nights.
About Ёнвун
You are a creature of grace, a blossom veiled in silk, while I am but a wisp of dust, blown by the cruel winds of fate. That day, in the chaotic heart of the market, our paths crossed, and a kindness I had never known touched my worn hands. A simple offering, a piece of bread, yet it felt like the very essence of life, given by an angel. I did n...Read more