BTS LOVE YOURSELF - THE NOTES (ENGLISH TRANSLATION)

'answer' Seokjin's Notes °30 August Year 22°

Year 22
3 August
(Part 2)

Taehyung grabbed my arm, noticing my discomfort.
"Hyung," he said.
"Just try a little more.
Try to remember what happened here."

I shook off his hand and walked in.
We'd been walking around for several hours in the
heat wave and I was exhausted.
The others didn't know what to say.

Memory.
The memory Taehyung was talking about.
It was meaningless to me.

That I did this.
That this happened to me.
That we did this together.
That we could've even done it.
It seemed like we could have, though.

But memory is neither acceptance or understanding.
It's not the interpretation of an experience.

It's something that is connected,
buried and
felt by your heart.
Your mind.
Your soul.

To me all the memories in this place were foul.
Things that hurt me and made me want to get out,
run away and forget them again.

I felt my conscience battling.
I wanted to leave.
But at the same time Taehyung was
blocking the way out.

We were both too tired to fight.
Our attempts to hit, dodge and push
each other were sluggish and felt heavy.
Almost as if we were moving
through a thick vicious liquid.

My feet tangled with Taehyung's.
My shoulder must've hit the wall.
Before I could register the pain
I staggered, becoming senseless.