Bunch of vomit-like words OTL
This is so cheesy, I'm warning you.
You Must Remember Your Idol
When you are feeling too tired, you must remember your idol.
That is, the idol whom you were once so crazily in love with.
That is, the idol whom you used to memorize their facts faster than memorizing new vocab.
That is, the idol whom you used to write about, about how much you love them on your blog.
That is, the idol whom you are able to type their name on the keyboard even with your eyes closed.
You must be thankful, but at the same time clearheaded.
When someone forcefully asks you, what on earth made them worthy of you wasting your youth on them,
you must tell them.
I only gave my most beautiful memory to them, but they gave up more precious stuff than me during that period of youth.
When you are on the field under the hot sun for physical training,
you need to remember, your idol once perspired profusely in the practice room for you.
When you are sitting in class, with absolutely no interest in the textbook,
you need to remember, your idol once, for the rehearsal, hurt their vocal cords.
When you are sprawling on your bed, complaining about how tough your day was,
you need to remember, your idol had to perform on stage for you despite running a high fever, or sitting in a wheelchair.
They are your idol.
We might not be on the same land breathing the same air, but we can feel each other.
Since they did it, why can't you?
When you can't hold on, you must remember your idol.
Running on the track, your ears filled with hot air and unbearable panting.
Your friend is at the end point shouting the name of your idol, you must grit your teeth, you must dash over.
They are destination, they are your strength.
Your secret crush has someone else in mind, and your shy love letter hasn't even been handed over.
You lock yourself up in your own room, looking at the posters of them who are still the same, choking up on your tears.
Nevermind, I still have you, you.
This world, perhaps exist betrayal, depression and all sorts of unhappiness.
As long as you open Twitter everyday, and start browsing through their updates.
You chuckle; sitting in front of the computer. Remember, that is the real you.
Your idol, might have undergone all sorts of incidents, or maybe an
accident, even the doctors said there is no hope.
Some of the members might have done something wrong, even some fans said they will not love them anymore.
Maybe time has diminished some of their popularity, even those who don't really follow them say they are not popular anymore.
Maybe their company never thought of putting in efforts in their promotions, with no intentions of further plans.
At that time, at that moment, how did they survive?
Although fans had committed mistakes, idols, too. They have their own shortcomings, problems, or even have many people looking down on them.
Although they are not perfect, but you have to be thankful.
When you have your own love, you must remember your idol.
After entering adulthood, you finally have your own life.
They, too, might already have their own. Be it happy, be it blissful.
That past years of missing lessons to watch their concert,
that past years of squeezing in front to buy tickets,
that past years of pasting posters all over the wall,
that past years of scribbling their name all over the textbooks.
You might have been crazy before,
but when you recall those years, you need to be proud, because that is one of a kind, something others don't have.
So what if you are old, you need to be proud, because you experienced that precious time.
They stood for you, for you.
When they announce that they found their other half.
You cried, you teared. Because they have reached the shore, you are finally at ease and assured.
The position where you once dreamed of being at, someone has stood there in your place, for you.
So many years, you watched them fall and stand up on their own.
You finally feel relieved, that they have shoulders to lean upon.
Just that there is a little, just a little thing of regret. Why, the one giving them happiness, is not your ownself.
You have to remember your idol.
Those years, the person who has been giving you your happiness, rage, sorrow and joy. The one controlling your mind.
Even if they no longer appear on the screens of your TV, your handphone screen still, is filled with memories.
Even if their names no longer appear on the fashion magazines, your diary still, is filled with doodles and love.
Seeing how they shine on stage, singing, dancing,
standing under the spotlight, talking to us and smiling with a microphone,
the way they stand on the steps, crying when they heard the fans singing along,
the way they receive the award and look at the cheering crowd,
and the first time, seeing them and forgetting about time.
No matter where time goes, in your heart, they are always, like that.
You must remember your idol.
You once boasted about their good, despite receiving disagreeing looks on the faces of the people around you.
Your blog, twitter, or even facebook are full of their news,
just to let people who understand you, know how blissful it is to like them.
You once quarreled with others because of them.
You don't cry when people scold you, throw things at you, but your eyes turn red when someone is just badmouthing them.
On what basis, you ask, since they don't understand them, how dare they think they have the rights to criticize them.
They are your life.
You hid under your blankets, crying, because of them. Having wild thoughts in the middle of the night,
how have they been, how were their injuries, what did they meant when they said that.
Tired, after a short nap you wake up and continue to love them.
You are not afraid of anything, so long as they are there.
Some people in this world might be physically close to you, but can never understand why you like them.
You must tell them, the word "fortitude" is not something that can be taught by anyone.
And they, gave you this precious thing.
So, you must remember your idol.
Dear, since now we are still young.
You have to work hard, to become someone worthy of them,
to be able to meet them someday, and stand next to them deservingly.
You must, must tell them personally.
You must tell them that you are thankful that you didn't miss them, in the midst of billion of people.
Thank them for their companionship for the past few years, whether be it crying or laughing.
You must, deeply, with that choked up voice of yours, carefully, shout their name.
I used to, love you, that, that, that much.
Even if time has passed, don't worry, the white-haired me will remember the black-haired you, while loving the white-haired you.
Some of the members might have done something wrong, even some fans said they will not love them anymore.
Maybe time has diminished some of their popularity, even those who don't really follow them say they are not popular anymore.
Maybe their company never thought of putting in efforts in their promotions, with no intentions of further plans.
At that time, at that moment, how did they survive?
Although fans had committed mistakes, idols, too. They have their own shortcomings, problems, or even have many people looking down on them.
Although they are not perfect, but you have to be thankful.
When you have your own love, you must remember your idol.
After entering adulthood, you finally have your own life.
They, too, might already have their own. Be it happy, be it blissful.
That past years of missing lessons to watch their concert,
that past years of squeezing in front to buy tickets,
that past years of pasting posters all over the wall,
that past years of scribbling their name all over the textbooks.
You might have been crazy before,
but when you recall those years, you need to be proud, because that is one of a kind, something others don't have.
So what if you are old, you need to be proud, because you experienced that precious time.
They stood for you, for you.
When they announce that they found their other half.
You cried, you teared. Because they have reached the shore, you are finally at ease and assured.
The position where you once dreamed of being at, someone has stood there in your place, for you.
So many years, you watched them fall and stand up on their own.
You finally feel relieved, that they have shoulders to lean upon.
Just that there is a little, just a little thing of regret. Why, the one giving them happiness, is not your ownself.
You have to remember your idol.
Those years, the person who has been giving you your happiness, rage, sorrow and joy. The one controlling your mind.
Even if they no longer appear on the screens of your TV, your handphone screen still, is filled with memories.
Even if their names no longer appear on the fashion magazines, your diary still, is filled with doodles and love.
Seeing how they shine on stage, singing, dancing,
standing under the spotlight, talking to us and smiling with a microphone,
the way they stand on the steps, crying when they heard the fans singing along,
the way they receive the award and look at the cheering crowd,
and the first time, seeing them and forgetting about time.
No matter where time goes, in your heart, they are always, like that.
You must remember your idol.
You once boasted about their good, despite receiving disagreeing looks on the faces of the people around you.
Your blog, twitter, or even facebook are full of their news,
just to let people who understand you, know how blissful it is to like them.
You once quarreled with others because of them.
You don't cry when people scold you, throw things at you, but your eyes turn red when someone is just badmouthing them.
On what basis, you ask, since they don't understand them, how dare they think they have the rights to criticize them.
They are your life.
You hid under your blankets, crying, because of them. Having wild thoughts in the middle of the night,
how have they been, how were their injuries, what did they meant when they said that.
Tired, after a short nap you wake up and continue to love them.
You are not afraid of anything, so long as they are there.
Some people in this world might be physically close to you, but can never understand why you like them.
You must tell them, the word "fortitude" is not something that can be taught by anyone.
And they, gave you this precious thing.
So, you must remember your idol.
Dear, since now we are still young.
You have to work hard, to become someone worthy of them,
to be able to meet them someday, and stand next to them deservingly.
You must, must tell them personally.
You must tell them that you are thankful that you didn't miss them, in the midst of billion of people.
Thank them for their companionship for the past few years, whether be it crying or laughing.
You must, deeply, with that choked up voice of yours, carefully, shout their name.
I used to, love you, that, that, that much.
Even if time has passed, don't worry, the white-haired me will remember the black-haired you, while loving the white-haired you.
Inspired by: SNSD, Girls' Generation, 소녀시대, 少女時代.
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