The night unfurls its velvet shroud,
And stars ignite, both soft and proud.
A million flames in skies so deep,
Where secrets of the cosmos sleep.

The moon ascends with silver grace,
And casts her glow on time and space.
Beneath this vast and quiet dome,
The soul feels small—but not alone.

For in the dark, the stars remain,
A gentle light through joy and pain.
They whisper truths both near and far,
And stitch the night with light of stars.
- Park Sujin