BTS' Poetry {philosophy, poetic lyrics, quotes}

Rm's letter on weverse

2020.01.01
Namjoon's letter on Weverse

Translation @doolsetbangtan

2020 is passing by.
Unlike its name that made us anticipate
something special, it mercilessly ridiculed
our expectation. Stage without audience,
without cheers.. Does it even make sense,
does it make sense. Yesterday, and the
day before, sitting in the chair in the
studio's waiting room that looks the same
every time, I thoughtlessly question it and
brood over it, over and over, thinking that
the world where nonsense becomes
sensical has come.

Like water falling through a crack between
rocks, the helplessness thoughtlessly
deepens itself. Though it feels like I have
to jump up and stamp out to resist against
everything that symbolizes frustration,
those fingers that ask me to just remain
where I am, tell me to stay. Reading
books over and over, trying unfamiliar
things that begin with "untact," working
out at home, eating delivery foods. Wasn't
this a year when we did everything we
could do in our small rooms. Although it's
still ongoing like this..

Allowing no excuse, time goes by and the
world spins.
Sending away the year that felt like it's
never going to leave, people, survived,
who wait for the spring again. Would the
spring really come this time. Would the
real spring that is like 'spring' come. I
guess, after all, we are humans who need
to hold onto fragments of, a thin strand of,
hope in order to wake up from sleep. I
engrave on my heart once again that I'm
loved and am receiving affectionate
attention even in the midst of this, even in
the cold winter, and firmly talk to myself
that I won't break easily.
Even though there's no one else, I'm
listening.

Sending this year away, I wanted to write
short and calm. But, looking at the pile of
words that follow one another, I guess I
have a long way to go to become a huge,
beautiful tree. Even after being pruned
every day, clear and vague words and
imaginations grow, climbing the back of
my head. I guess it's just how I am that I
think I won't be able to live without
reaching my hand out even if I end up
waving my hand in the void. Adults around
me say that "You are the type that has to
just let out your anger a bit," not just
anger, but ANGER. ㅋㅋㅋ

Recently, even a day without fine dust
made me very happy, more so than it used
to. Would it be that the threshold of
becoming happy went down all the way to
the bottom? Would it be a good thing that I
feel satisfied easily. Then, what would it be
like if I can perform in front of you for real
right now? What seemed so obvious feels
like a dream now.. Haha. I will take this
year as a lesson for my past self who
didn't treat precious things preciously.
Although we don't fully realize yet, it must
have taught us many things. I can only
hope that it won't take too long before we
realize it.

The sunset is hanging on the edge of the
eaves.
To the dusts who are like me, who float in
the air, struggling to remain as a form in
this blue dot (the earth), and to the familiar cold
smiles and rules on the outside that
threaten us and try to swallow us up,
write this letter - after all, this year was
not wasted. The word love is the only word
that I can think of in the end, but I write
like this, searching for words that are
better and that haven't been worn out.
Thank you for willingly being with us in this
tiring journey in the days that might be
exhausting.

I wish you just stay healthy, and smile a lot
together.
Let's walk towards the spring that that is
more like 'spring.' You've worked hard this
year as well. I hope we can become your
strength.
Do remember they can't cancel the spring.
Best wishes for the new year!

(- -) (__) (- -)

- Namjoon