Barcode [VKook|YoonMin] Eng ver.

I have a very superficial view of this life.

In my view, life is just a line!

A specific line; that you have to follow it from birth to the end of your life.
Many people repeat this sentence aloud for the rest of their lives:

"You decide your own destiny"

Bullshit!

Heaven? Hell?

A pocketful of pretense.

If it was a human choice, everyone wanted to be a sacrifice doctor and creative engineer.
The rest, honorful pilot and commendable president.

Then who wanted to be an addict, thief and a smuggler?

Was there anyone who wanted to be a negative character in the stories?
Laziness?
Lack of creative thinking?
Bad state of society?
They are all implements Was given to those hands which typed our barcode.

A barcode that contains all our weaknesses beside our name and date of birth.

All the problems that must come to us and all the torments of conscience that we must bear with us to the end; all the words we have to say to ruin the relationship or all the pain we have to endure for no reason.
Even our endpoint.

All of these fucking things were inside that barcode. Which was engraved on my soul.

A valuable barcode that allowed itself to take over my life and transform it the way it wanted...