A Flower Blooming on the North Star

Among countless stars in the sky, somewhere there must be a single flower in bloom. For the one who loves that flower, simply looking up at the stars is enough to feel happiness. He will quietly tell himself, “My flower must be watching me from above.” The person I met is that star in the heavens. My child, the one I love, is the flower blooming upon that star. It is already a joy just to gaze at them, but how wonderful it is that I can touch them, share meals, and sing together. That precious flower blooming on the North Star is here by my side.