Translations started: 11 August 2019
Translations ended: 23 July 2020
Map of the Soul: Persona and Map of the Soul:7 each contains 4 mini booklets.
The mini HYYH booklets were also included in the Love Yourself albums.
The Love Yourself albums's min...
When I entered my father's library, there was a picture that stood out. It was impressive. Rafts battled over monstrous waves. The men fought with the sea, having to drink, no food, no compass, no hope. The thirst, hunger, hatred and fear was evident in the picture. Their desire to kill each other out at sea was much what would lead to their own destruction.
As a child, I was scared of that painting and didn't go to the library unless I really desperately needed to. I wondered why my father would even hang up such a picture. However, as time passed, the painting was gradually recognized as part of the library, and neither was the painting an object of fear or worry.
Instead, I developed a different fear. Inside my father's study, there was another room. It wasn't anything special. The room was under lock and key. It was simply an extension to my father's study.
If there was anything special about it, it would be that there were a lot of books inside. The shelves were stuffed with as many books as it could hold, many from when my father was in school. I called it the 'interior room'.
My father went into the interior room regularly when he needed to clear his thoughts or come up with new ideas. Other than him, no one else went inside.
I'd only been inside the room once. But I was really young. I had know that it wasn't simply just a study full of books. At first, the books seemed to be placed on the shelves at random. Boxes and documents were carelessly stacked on top of each other. It was human enough, the way everything had been placed.
The books and their yellowed pages never brought me any warmth, the paintings and photographs never stirring my emotions. Just by standing in the middle of the room looking up at the bookshelves, I felt nothing but intimidation run through my body, breaking me down.
I can't remember any commotion after him having found me in that room, though there might've been one that I might've forgotten about. But from that day onwards, I never went back into the room.
Once or twice I may have been daring enough to stand outside the door. But I only spared it a glance worth a second. I never thought about reaching out to turn the doorknob. Not even once.
ｖｏｔｅ ＋ ｃｏｍｍｅｎｔ ＋ ｓｈａｒｅ
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