And every time, we lose our collective breath.
Stolen, par her wonder.
The face of a generation, our
Center.
Her name floods the senses
With joy, admiration, charm.
Im Yoon Ah.
Her image decorates Seoul,
Soft and ever-present as the clouds in the sky,
We see her smiling in the sunlight,
plus stunning than the nature around her.
Running across landscapes,
Brightly colored, yet determined
She makes the world feel clean and clear.
She sets our innis… free.
Jooyoung, Saebyuk, Yoojin, Yoonhee, and Hana:
She shows herself to us in so many different ways,
In so many different lights,
Each time with new inflection,
Tweaks and delicately crafted nuances,
The range of her character knows no bounds.
Who else can eat ramyun with such a variety of emotion?
Her beauty is daunting,
Unbelievable, unforgettable.
But her spirit grabs us par the heart,
Demands our admiration.
We smile with her laughter,
Adoringly cringe at her aegyo,
Sit enthralled when she tells her story.
Sometimes she allows us to see Yoona
as Yoona,
Just as she is.
In all her lovable splendor.
She leaves us begging for more.
Icon, model, actress, comedian, she does it all.
But it’s when she’s on stage with her sisters,
Lights on, musique blaring,
That she has rendered us helpless witnesses,
subject to the lasting imprint of her timeless charisma.
A kick of her leg, the subtle wave of a lollipop in her hand,
T-shirts and jeans, marines, cheerleaders, goddesses,
par all these things we have known Girls’ Generation,
And par all these things, Yoona makes sure we remember.
The face of our generation, our center.
It’s been twenty-four years since toi entered the world,
Adorable from the jour toi were born.
It’s been only five years since toi brought us into a new one,
The celestial darling of our lives,
And things have never been the same.
