His beauty was celestial, fragile and divine. Hers was raw, human, untamed, and rowdy. He was the moon, cool and distant, glowing with borrowed light. She was the sun, fierce, alive, untouchable in her own fire. The sun burned on her own terms, rising without permission, while the moon only ever knew how to reflect her radiance. He depended on her warmth, her light, her presence. And when she vanished, he was left a hollow silhouette in a sky full of other stars, a mourning face drenched in silver tears. Oh, but what could he do? How does the moon live with love when his sun has disappeared? Maybe in another lifee... (ily Luka and hyuna)
His beauty was celestial, fragile and divine. Hers was raw, human, untamed, and rowdy. He was the moon, cool and distant, glowing with borrowed light. She was the sun, fierce, alive, untouchable in her own fire. The sun burned on her own terms, rising without permission, while the moon only ever knew how to reflect her radiance. He depended on her warmth, her light, her presence. And when she vanished, he was left a hollow silhouette in a sky full of other stars, a mourning face drenched in silver tears. Oh, but what could he do? How does the moon live with love when his sun has disappeared? Maybe in another lifee... (ily Luka and hyuna)