The mont the screen lit up, the music began.
A soft piano lody filled the air-not quite sad, but instead carrying a sense of hope-as if sothing brighter was just out of reach, waiting to be discovered.
There was a subtle struggle in the notes, a reminder that hope doesn't co easily and that it's earned through hardship. It felt like the kind of song you'd listen to on a late night, reflecting on life, yet sohow, it was also the perfect anthem for the youth.
Eight boys were shown again, walking through their own separate paths in life. June was the first to be spotlighted, his face illuminated softly by a street lamp. There were scars on his face, making him look scary yet pitiful. As he walked, he began to sing.
"The sun rises, but it doesn't feel like it's for .
The light slips past, and I wonder if I'm just not ant to follow."
The warmth in his tone was undeniable, instantly captivating. It was the kind of voice that wrapped around you, inviting you to listen, to feel.
His voice carried that sa hope the piano had hinted at-hope born from struggle. The lyrics spoke of journeys not yet finished. That maybe, it wasn't about sadness but about the journey through it.
"Everything I want feels out of reach, like chasing shadows,
And every day feels long as if ti stretches on when I suffer,
But short, so short, when a little happiness finds .
It's strange-how the days can feel endless yet disappear in a blink."
The other mbers began to appear one by one as June's voice carried the lody. They were all living their own lives, shown in quick but aningful glimpses-Ren at a recording studio, Akira and Jaeyong in the practice room, Jisung in a recital, Zeth in school, Sehun in a busy convenience store, and Casper in a desolate farm.
Each of them moved through these spaces alone, yet there was sothing connecting them all, even if they couldn't see it yet.
Akira sang in a soft voice.
"I wonder if I could stop ti, would I?
Could I do it all again?"
As the chorus approached, they began to dance. But it wasn't together. Each boy danced in his own world, separate from the others.
"I won't.
I won't do it all again.
What aning would it have if it did?
Will I et the sa people?
Will I get to live the sa life?
So, I'd rather be stuck in what I have
Than live in the uncertainty of not having this life.
It's tough, it truly is.
But it's mine."
The second verse arrived, and with it, percussion was added.
Again, they walked. This ti, all eight boys were walking toward sothing unknown. The cara followed each of them, showing their faces filled with determination and their heavier steps despite not knowing where they were heading.
As they continued walking, the setting around them began to change.
"There are monts I wish I could rewind,
To take back the hard days, the ones that hurt.
But then I think, would it be the sa?"
They entered a tunnel. It was dark-impossibly dark-so much so that it swallowed them whole. The only sound was the echo of their footsteps against the hard ground and and the song in the background. But still, they kept walking.
"Would I still et you, still laugh at the sa jokes,
Would the mories I cherish happen again,
Or would they vanish, like they never existed in the first place?
If I started over, would it be better-or worse?"
The song grew louder again, that hopeful lody returning. The darkness wasn't going to last forever. And just as that thought settled in, a faint light appeared at the far end of the tunnel.
It was small, barely more than a pinprick, but it was there. The boys saw it, too, each of them looking up, their eyes catching the glow. And they continued forward. The light grew larger, brighter until it wasn't just a distant hope anymore-it was sothing real and within reach. "Ti moves fast and slow, pulling in all directions,
But there's sothing about this life, even in the hard parts,
That makes want to stay."
As they erged from the tunnel, the music swelled. They found themselves on a stage, not grand or elaborate, but simple. There were no bright lights, no screaming fans. Just them and the open air. And then, the chorus ca again.
"I won't.
I won't do it all again.
Because what aning would it have if it does?
Will I et the sa people?
Will I get to live the sa life?
So, I'd rather be stuck in what I have
Than live in the uncertainty of not having this life.
It's tough, it truly is.
But it's mine."
This ti, they were together. All eight of them. The choreography was no longer just individual movents. They had finally co together after walking separate paths. The song soared with this chorus, the harmonies fuller now, their voices blending perfectly.
The bridge followed, quieting the music just a little, adding a reflective tone. The boys stood on the stage, and the cara zood in on each of them in turn. Their faces softened, small, almost imperceptible smiles playing at the edges of their lips.
One by one, they glanced behind them, looking back on their past selves. In a flash, their past lives pulsed on the screen. For a brief second, it was as if the boys were seeing themselves as they had been before. But just as quickly as those monts appeared, they vanished, like a mory being tucked away.
The cara zood out, capturing all eight of them together once more. The music slowed, the beat fading away, leaving only the soft piano that had started the song. The boys stood on the stage, their faces lifted toward the light, their expressions now calm.
Then, just like before, the screen cut-but it led them to a peaceful field this ti around.
Then, their voices were heard.
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