Our meeting is like a mathematical formula Commandments of religion, providence of the universe; The evidence of destiny given to me You're the source of my dream Take it, take it My hand reaching out to you is my chosen fate. Don't worry, love None of this is a coincidence We're totally different, baby Because we're the two who found our destiny From the day of the universe's creation and beyond Through the infinite centuries and beyond In the previous life and maybe the next too We're eternally together
Once Again, this is a song lyric from BTS titled DNA. Please try to watch and listen to it. Thank you! :* #BangtanSonyeondan #kimtaehyung #jeonjungkook
If it was for you I could pretend that I was happy even if I was sad If it was for you I could pretend that I was strong even if I was hurt Wishing that love is perfect as itself Wishing all my weakness can be hidden In a dream where nothing worked out for me I raised a flower that couldn't bloom I raised a flower that's couldn't bloom in a dream that can't come true
This is an English translation of a song lyrics titled *Fake Love* of a Korean Boy Band BTS. Try to listen to it and to their songs they are so meaningful. Also, they have a lot of songs that can make people relate not just about loving someone but also about loving ourselves.
Think about it this way, love. I know you hurt bad and I know they broke your heart. So. Many. Times. But think about it this way, they were just standing in your way. Because one day, my love, you will find the other half of your broken heart and they knew that they would never be able to be fit.
I was there when you were at your worst and you think that no one understands your pain. I'm right there beside you when you think everybody leaves you and doesn't know your worth. I was there every time you needed me. I loved you when nobody else does even yourself.
But when I'm at my worst you were never there when I needed you. Instead, you just left me. That easily.
PS. Dedicated to Cold. I miss calling you on that name.
A friend asked me how to be a writer. I wanted to say, lock yourself in a room, scream until you have a poem and no voice. Open your veins and bleed until you know that your bones are pure words and sorrow. Act as if you slit your own throat and all you can bleed are your own regrets and all of the darkness you boxed up for inspiration. Write your mom a letter, tell her you're leaving and you won't be back for awhile Because being a writer is traveling through all seven layers of **** and denying anything is wrong. Forget loving yourself when all you have is a pen and paper fused to your wrist and Jesus is tapping at your skull saying turn back now. Warn the neighbors that if they smell burning It's just your soul clawing at the front door trying to get in. Learn how to be alone. Learn how to lose everything you have in order to feel release, learn how to only feel deceased from now on. A friend asked me how to be a writer. All I said was don't