This garden is filled With blossoming loneliness I tied myself To this sandcastle filled with thorns What is your name? Do you even have a place to go? Oh, could you tell me? I saw you hiding in this garden
And I know Your heat is real Your hand picks the blue flowers I want to hold it but
This is my destiny Don’t smile on me Light on me Because I can’t go to you There’s no name to call
You know that I can’t Show you me Give you me I can’t show you my weakness So I’m putting on a mask to go see you But I still want you
A flower that resembles you Blossomed in this garden of loneliness I wanted to give it to you As I take off this stupid mask
But I know This can’t go on forever I must hide Because I’m ugly
I’m afraid So pathetic I’m so afraid In the end, will you leave me too? So I’m putting on a mask to go see you
What I can do is To make a pretty flower That resembles you Blossom in this garden, in this world Then breathe as the person you know But I still want you I still want you
Maybe back then If I had just a little more Courage And stood before you Would everything be different now?
I’m crying At this sandcastle That’s disappearing And breaking down As I look at this broken mask And I still want you
But I still want you But I still want you And I still want you
This is a lyric from the song of BTS titled The Truth Untold which is based on a true story way back on 1500's - 1600's.
It takes place in a small town in Italy The story's about an 'ugly' man who hid in an old castle alone. because of his looks he received lots of hate & cruelty while growing up. He never opened his heart to anyone. Whenever they tried to approach him, he hid in anger. His happiness was to plant flowers in his garden.
One day a woman appeared near the man's castle. She jumped over the garden fence and stole a flower. This angered the man at first. So he watched his garden all night. But when he fell a sleep, the woman took another flower. This continued for several nights. The man pretended to be asleep and watched the woman steal a flower. He started becoming curious about the woman. He began waiting for her. without realizing he kept waiting for her to come and the next day seemed a little brighter.
Following after her one day, he realized that she was selling the flowers that she stole from him to make a living. The man desperately wanted to help the woman. But he was afraid she would be terrified by the way he looks. He knew she would not love his 'grotesque' appearance. He came to a conclusion that the only way he would be able to help her is to let her continue stealing flowers from his garden. The man decided to make a flower that doesn't exist on the planet. So that the woman could sell them at a expensive price. He began to make the flower in his castle.
After many unsuccessful attempts, the man made a flower that didn't exist and filled his garden. But the woman stopped coming. No matter how long he waited she never came to his garden. He eventually found out that the woman had died.
Listen to the song on Youtube or in Spotify sp you could feel the vibe. Thank you. ^_^ PS. Credits to the one who typed the story on youtube. :))
i still have fight left in me. on the darkest days, your voice never failed to lift me up. maybe i'll fail, maybe i'll still fall in the future, but i want to keep going. the growing light and love in me that's caused by your warmth has kept me going until now and forever.
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