I suddenly find myself thinking.
What is Bonekdo for
dance and sing?
What is reflected in their eyes?
Why do they work so hard, to the point of exhaustion?
…..Could it be that there’s sorrow we haven’t seen, and haven’t been told about?
……In their eyes, ONEDOOR is reflected.
When they dance and sing, they seem happier than anyone else.
Even when they’re tired, it’s not for me,
but for the fans waiting for them,
for the members on their backs,
and for the staff who are with them,
they stand up.
And
because they’re people too, they must have pain.
Shining
and beautiful.
Their tears and sweat
make the stage brilliant.
And they plant dreams in someone’s heart,
and pull someone out of the darkness.
And now they shout:
Who’s there?
Boynextboor!
Why did I write this…..?
It says I wrote it 5 days ago, but my memory’s fuzzy hahaha