As I wander through the muted streets,
I see reflections of gray in every glass,
and shadows that linger, stretching over silent corners,
darkness pooling where light once fell.

I can bear this endless grayness;
it’s just the weight of thunder,
a temporary gloom that will someday lift.
The sun will return, and all will be bright again,
for clouds are fleeting, and storms are only visitors.

But then, there’s the abyss.
I feel it calling to me,
its darkness profound,
an endless gaze that seems to follow,
unblinking, as if it knows the shape of my thoughts,
as if it too remembers the light but chooses otherwise.

In that gaze, I wonder, am I alone?
Is this sorrow my own, or does it belong to us all?
I reach out into the silence,
asking if these shadows are a universal curse,
or if they mark only my path today.

And yet, I believe in the mystery of each soul,
the ways we are alike and still so unknown,
woven into the fabric of our hearts.
I cling to the thought that no one else feels quite like this,
not today, not as I do.

So for now, I hope, I pray
that these shadows find only me,
that the burden is mine alone to bear.
Let the darkness spare you, Seunghan,
just for today. Let it rest with me.