BTS LOVE YOURSELF - THE NOTES (ENGLISH TRANSLATION)

'tear' Namjoon's Notes °13 July Year 22°

Year 22
13 July
(Part 1)

I leant my head against the bus's frosty window,
looking out at the road I travelled daily.
The library to the petrol station.
Would there ever be a day that I'd escape
seeing the same roads every day?

It's impossible to judge tomorrow.
Even to wish seems impossible.

A girl sat in front of me, a
yellow hair tie holding her hair up in a ponytail.
Her shoulders lofted slightly,
then dropped down into a relaxed state.

She must've sighed.

She put her head on the window.

I'd seen her for a month now,
studying in the library then getting
onto the same bus as me every day.

We'd never spoken to each other,
but we'd been to the same places,
seen the same things,
all in the same time period.
We were sighing the same sigh.

And the hair tie was still in my pants pocket.

The girl got off three stops before me.
She always did.
I wondered whether she'd hand out flyers again?
I always wondered if she did.

What sort of day did she have?
What job did she have?
How much frustration would she feel for
the next day to come when she thought the day
would never end to bring her a tomorrow?

What if tomorrow didn't exist?

I constantly think such things.

The bell was rung as passengers signaled their stop.
The girl should get off here.
Three stops before me.
But she was unmoving.
She kept on leaning her head
against the window.

And I wondered for a moment...
Should I wake her up?