SEOUL UNDER THE MOON
서울, 달빛 아래
Seoul awakens beneath the night,
Neon dreams begin to glow,
While moonlight paints the streets in silver,
And wandering hearts move soft and slow.
Among the sounds of passing footsteps,
A thousand stories drift away,
Yet one heart stops beneath the moon,
Still searching for the words to say.
사랑 — perhaps love needs no language,
Perhaps the heart already knows,
Like cherry blossoms finding spring,
Like rivers finding where they flow.
And underneath the Seoul night sky,
Where countless dreams have learned to bloom,
I found a little piece of forever
Waiting quietly beneath the moon.
꿈은 아직 끝나지 않았다.
The dream is not over yet.
🌙 SEOUL UNDER THE MOON
서울, 달빛 아래
서울은 밤 아래 깨어나고,
네온의 꿈들이 빛나기 시작한다.
달빛은 거리를 은빛으로 물들이고,
떠도는 마음들은 조용히 느리게 걸어간다.
스쳐 지나가는 발걸음 소리 사이로,
수많은 이야기들이 흘러가고,
하지만 한 마음은 달빛 아래 멈춰 서서
아직도 전할 말을 찾고 있다.
사랑 — 어쩌면 사랑에는 언어가 필요 없는 것일까,
어쩌면 마음은 이미 알고 있는 것일까.
봄을 찾아 피어나는 벚꽃처럼,
흐를 곳을 찾아가는 강물처럼.
그리고 서울의 밤하늘 아래,
수많은 꿈들이 피어나는 법을 배운 그곳에서,
나는 영원의 작은 한 조각을 발견했다.
달빛 아래 조용히 기다리고 있던 그곳에서.
꿈은 아직 끝나지 않았다.
The dream is not over yet.
🇪🇸 SEÚL BAJO LA LUNA
Seúl despierta bajo la noche,
los sueños de neón comienzan a brillar,
mientras la luz de la luna pinta las calles de plata,
y los corazones errantes avanzan suaves y despacio.
Entre los sonidos de pasos que pasan,
mil historias se alejan flotando,
pero un corazón se detiene bajo la luna,
aún buscando las palabras que decir.
Amor — quizás el amor no necesita lenguaje,
quizás el corazón ya lo sabe,
como los cerezos que encuentran la primavera,
como los ríos que encuentran su cauce.
Y bajo el cielo nocturno de Seúl,
donde incontables sueños han aprendido a florecer,
encontré un pequeño pedazo de eternidad
esperando silenciosamente bajo la luna.
El sueño aún no ha terminado.
🇫🇷 SÉOUL SOUS LA LUNE
Séoul s’éveille sous la nuit,
les rêves de néon commencent à briller,
tandis que le clair de lune peint les rues d’argent,
et que les cœurs errants avancent doucement, lentement.
Parmi le bruit des pas qui passent,
mille histoires s’éloignent dans le vent,
pourtant un cœur s’arrête sous la lune,
cherchant encore les mots à prononcer.
Amour — peut-être que l’amour n’a pas besoin de langage,
peut-être que le cœur sait déjà,
comme les cerisiers qui trouvent le printemps,
comme les rivières qui trouvent leur chemin.
Et sous le ciel nocturne de Séoul,
où d’innombrables rêves ont appris à fleurir,
j’ai trouvé un petit morceau d’éternité,
qui attendait silencieusement sous la lune.
Le rêve n’est pas encore terminé.
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