All language subtitles for 0630(3)

Some people fear monsters.

I feared mirrors.

Have you ever looked in the mirror and
felt like a stranger was staring right

back? Like the person you once were
disappeared.

Once upon a time, I danced with kings,
stood before people of substance,

people who stared back at me every time
I faced the mirror.

I was a king, a strong nation unto
myself.

I was the wind that carried storms, the
rock that never broke,

the fire that warmed the coldest night.

I was everything and more.

Life was good.

Satisfied, I walked with a smile and
slept with an even bigger one.

But like Job, the wind shifted, and my
world tumbled down

like a tower built on sand, crumbled
beneath the weight of mistakes,

betrayals, and lost hopes.

I watched in silence and fear as the
sanctuary I'd built with trembling

the fortress I'd crafted for myself, the
foundations I raised with sweat and

hope were torn apart piece by piece.

And with every shot that fell, I felt
myself breaking a million scattered

pieces, each one.

A reflection of a broken promise.

A missed chance.

A lost battle.

I shook the wrong hands.

Trusted the wrong souls.

Walked into rooms where the lights never
touched.

And let darkness settle in my bones.

I helped close doors who should never
have crossed the gates of my heart.

Walked down paths I should have fled.

and turned my back on the one I was
meant to love, the one who went down to

itself.

We made an open shot at the devil and
whispered, It is finished.

But I kept him in the background, a
distant echo behind the noise.

Now when I look in the mirror, I don't
fear a king.

I see a small fragile person, head bowed
low, clothes

tattered, feet worn and dirty.

A mess of broken dreams and lost
battles.

Isn't it ironic?

There was a time my confidence blinded
the sun.

So bright it set fire to the skies.

But I let the wrong voices in.

Surrounded myself with those who feared
my light.

Those who saw my shine and put me down
so their darkness would feel

And I let them.

Now I am a stranger to myself.

A prisoner trapped in my home key. Too
afraid to speak.

too broken to move, afraid that even a
breath could shatter me more.

But life, life is a street full of
forklifts and detours, and

every choice we make defines the road
beneath our feet.

I can choose to walk something's path,
to fall with my enemies, crushing my own

strength in the process.

Oh, I can walk like Job, rise from the
ashes, and reclaim the kingdom I once

called home.

So here I stand at the crossroads of
rule and resurrection,

choosing not to be a stranger to myself
anymore, but to become the

fiercest friend I've ever known.

Because even when the night is darkest,
The dawn is only a choice away.

So tell me, will you keep meeting that
stranger in the mirror or

finally look deep enough to find
yourself again?