Translation:
5 June Will Never Be the Same
(my fourth birthday without Dad)
Today, the sky is still blue as always,
but my soul has never been the same
The fifth day of June
my birthday—now feels unbearably quiet
For the fourth time, no candles are lit
not because we forgot
but because we lost
Since the day you left, Dad
the years have turned hollow
and my birthday has become the loneliest day of all
No warm embrace to ease my worries
no simple blessing from you
that used to mean everything
“Happy birthday, Jun,”
now echoes only in memory
never again in reality
I try to stay strong behind a smile
but truthfully, my heart still aches
Birthdays are now just dates on a calendar
no cake, no celebration, no spark of hope
But Dad, if you can hear me
from the place where the sky is gentler
know that my silence is filled with longing
And even though I no longer celebrate this day
I will always remain your child
the one who continues to stand.
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