BTS LOVE YOURSELF - THE NOTES (ENGLISH TRANSLATION)

'tear' Yoongi's Notes °15 June Year 22°

Year 22
15 June

The ringing noise of music in my head was the only thing I could recognize.
How much I'd drank. Where I was. What I was doing.
I didn't even want to know.
It wasn't important.

I stumbled outside into the dark.
It was nighttime.
I swayed unsteadily on my feet.

I crashed into whatever I could to stay on my feet,
whether it be a wall,
kiosk or
passerby.

Despite the bustling, noisy night life,
I could still remember Jimin's words clearly:

"Hyung. Jungkook-"
Running up hospital stairs.
A hospital corridor.
The corridor was long and dark.
Passerby's in hospital gowns.

My heart pounded.

Everyone was so pale.
So expressionless.
They were like the dead.

My breath came out raggedly.

A hospital door left ajar.
Jungkook lying in a bed.
I couldn't bare to look at him.
I looked away.

Another memory came to mind.

The sound of a piano.
Fire.
A building collapsing.

I wrapped my arms around my head.
I slid down a wall onto the ground.

This all happened because of me.
If only I didn't exist.

If only you didn't exist.
My mom's voice.
My voice.
Someone else's voice.

If only I didn't exist.
The words made my heart ache.
I didn't want to believe those words.

But Jungkook was lying there in the hospital.
He was lying there while people who looked
half dead were walking around.
He didn't belong there.

I didn't want to go in to see him.
I could bare to look at him.

I stood up on unsteady feet.
I swayed a little as I gained my balance.

As I went back, tears built up in my eyes.
Funny though.
I couldn't remember the last time I'd cried.

As I attempted to cross the road,
someone grabbed my arm.
Who was it?
I didn't bother to find out.

Don't come near me.
Go.
I don't want to hurt you too.
I don't want to get hurt either.
So please, don't come closer.