I want to be the sun, radiating my own light,
not the moon, borrowing its glow.

O baby, I miss you
in the soft, slow mornings,
in the hush of lazy noon,
and in the quiet of calm evenings.

You know I feel alone here.
I just want to come home
to run into your arms,
and kiss you like wildfire.

Let’s share a cup of tea,
under our fairy lights,
like old days.
Then we’ll
become one, like a prayer.

On good days,
I want to kiss you madly.
And on bad days,
I want to kiss you deeply.

I want to be a good kisser,
that’s why I’m trying
every part of you.

Can I go back to the good old days
just for one last time?

To smile without the weight of pain,
and breathe in the calm of peace.
To make myself believe that chaos
and suffering no longer lingers within me.

To live a life unburdened by curses,
to feel blessed-
the way I always deserved to be.

Can I go back to the time
when everything seemed beautiful,
even if only in my dreams,
just one more last time?

After all the chaos,
I will be reborn from the ashes
and soar high to the moon,
like a phoenix from a fairy tale.

I hope you’ll watch me
rise, just like the old days.

I know that one day I will collapse,
And hopefully, you won’t witness it.
I will make sure that, until your last breath,
I’ll stay strong and keep us stronger.

That’s the promise I made—to hold you
Forever.

You are the most precious gift
you could ever wish for.
You are the light that guides you
through the darkest nights.
You are the Santa
you’ve always dreamed of.
You are the Christmas
you’ve been waiting for.

To my daughter,

In the midst of the war,
Amid the heart-aching pain,
Through the windy nights,
On my darkest days,
You are my hope.