[Korean Entertainment BTS] First Kiss

When a whale dies in the ocean, its carcass eventually sinks to the bottom of the ocean.Biologists have given this process a name—whale fall.

A whale carcass can support a circulatory system dominated by decomposers for a hundred years, which is the last tenderness it leaves to the sea.

Your existence is the whale fall in my life.

The sky is getting brighter, the sun quietly illuminates the silent city, and everything starts to move.

In the distance, you can vaguely see the Seoul Tower. At what time will the lights of the Seoul Tower go out? When will Gwanghwamun Gate close?

I don't know how many days it is since I broke up with Kim Taehyung.

I'm not a careful person. I can't remember the anniversary when I'm in a relationship, and I can't remember the day when we broke up. The only impression in my mind is that he was wearing a black hooded sweater that day, and the hat was casually placed on his head. leave.

I stood where I was, watching him go to the side of the road and raised his hand to stop the taxi to leave. Then I saw the sun rise slowly, and the sunlight happened to pass through the building to reach my feet. I took a step forward and stood in the sunshine. In the middle of the road, he walked a few steps forward, came to the place where he had just stopped the car, raised his hand to wipe away his tears, and turned back home.

The temperature in Seoul is very cold in the snow. Through the glass, when I was in a daze looking at the distance, the glass was already white. wipe off.The water vapor dissipated, and the handwriting has long been unclear, but the traces on the glass seem to tell everyone passing by its own story.

The phone vibrates, he just sent a video, singing.

His blue hair has faded, and he can't tell whether it's blue or green. He holds the microphone in one hand, and every time he finishes singing, he can hear the echo in the practice room. He has always been like this, always shining.

The paint dripped and formed beads on the ground, and then I came back to my senses. In front of me was the painting I had just finished, musical notes, flowers, and the back figure in black clothes. They were intertwined and overlapped. You have to get close to distinguish them carefully. Put down the pen to take pictures, upload them, and hand in the work.

I have never understood what I got when I was with him. Before he left the room, there was no breath of him. Only now did I understand that my paintings and the emotions in the paintings are all left by him.

When he was there, it was lively and moving, and when he was not there, there was also his impression.

The air is slightly cool, and there is still a slight chill in the blanket. There is already snow on the ground outside the window, and the sun has run to the west at some point. Winter nights always come so fast.