I write for you, I write for your efforts, I write for the pain that tormented my body, I write for the past, I write for the future, and I still write for you - the white flower blooming in the barren rocky hollow.
I love you, I love every drop of sweat on your thin face, I love your soul.
He loves his profession, he loves the stage, he loves the bright lights, and he loves his fans.
I cherish the deep scars on your feet, I cherish your passion for singing and dancing. A young man full of enthusiasm, serious about himself. A young man who doesn't allow himself to stand still on stage; even in the darkness, he still dances, step by step, decisively, as if reminding himself never to stop trying.
He is Jeon Jungkook, like a delicate flower petal, stubbornly striving to reach for the barren rocks. Jungkook, in his youth, took a gamble, and he deserves a reward, a reward that would never be enough for those tears. Perhaps the practice room has changed, he's matured, and his hands are gradually reaching for his most distant dreams, but he remains himself, still the young man with burning passion, with relentless effort, only with a little more pride and arrogance.
I've always admired you, a white flower blooming in a barren rocky crevice.