If vivid dreams can flee away in a moment of time, if the future is unknown in the dreamer's heart, and if an untitled song gets finished — that must be the calling of the void's voice.
If a song turns into poetry if an art turns into a priceless liberty and if the voice of the void — finds a dreamer's dream slipping away, then mornings can break away.
If falling means getting up — if drowning means dying — and if dreaming means hoping — then an untitled song will soon have its name.
This is one of my favorites. My dream was to publish my own book—I don't care if it won't sell. I just want my own physical book.
But hearing my favorite band called BTS to keep dreaming and to keep going, then I will dream again and again.
Until I get tired. Until I fall again. Until I stand up again.