Under the infinite sky, where stars weep their light like crystal tears

Under the infinite sky, where stars weep their light like crystal tears, My thoughts weave into a silent dance, like a whisper of wind on leaves, And I lean towards the heavy earth of unknown sufferings, Where the tear of a hungry child weighs more than all the rains in the world. Happy birthday, orphaned children, you who search in every shadowed corner for a ray of warmth, Abandoned children, children of no one, wandering through labyrinths of silences and desires, Happy birthday, barefoot children, with soles hardened by endless, cold roads, Hungry children, who have never felt an embrace as a nest of peace. In every pure smile that is born on your lips, Hides a thousand tears and a thousand dreams that have not taken flight, And happiness is a rare bird whose song you have never heard, Happy birthday to you, children without childhood, with unfulfilled desires in your hearts. Through your eyes, light takes on different shades, Teaching us that love is not measured in words or things, But in simple moments, stolen by time and kept in the heart as treasures, Happy birthday, children of hope, may your dreams guide you to a kinder tomorrow. Under the vast sky, where dreams intertwine with stars and light, I pray that every tear is wiped away by a smile and every wish finds fulfillment, That you, children of the world, may know the warmth of an embrace and the sweetness of true love, And rediscover your childhood in a future full of promise and joy.