Everything Grows: Spring Day goes on
On self growth of memories within, and the importance of winter.
This is my entry for the monthly even celebrating the lyricism of BTS, WordsByBangtan. The account on twitter is @wordsby_bangtan, whereas the hashtag on Twitter to find all the entries is #WordsByBangtan. The theme of this month was growth.
All the translations are taken from doolsetbangtan.wordpress.com.
On self growth of memories within, and the importance of winter.
1- the memories in our hearts to experience as well seasons;
/ to plant a tree in our heart. /
2- seasons of our hearts in contrast to the outside reality;
3- life goes on, we go on;
4- winter arrives: the part of the cycle;
/ the night before the day, winter before spring. : acceptance. /
5- the importance of the role of winter: we shed to grow again;
6- shedding: part of growth.
everything grows. a simple statement made of a subject and a verb that speaks of continuance, time, to which we can grow upon many interpretations of being. everything grows, the trees, the seasons, time, we grow. we grow, and what within us has rooted. memories, feelings, in an inner cycle of shedding.
in this analysis on growth and cycling, winter and longings, i will walk among the lyrics of the many solacing work of art Spring day, in which a long lesson, narration of growth rests, inside a tale of missing a dear friend. analysing words and concepts, we will learn how winter can mean much and too much reach, in our hearts and in the nature being.
as if weâre picking of a grown flower the petals, letâs begin from the first lines and parts of the song, in which the setting is presented, entering the postcard of the setting. a winter that prevents things to grow as distance is to grow, a photograph of a memory stuck in stillness like the stillness of the season can bring.
the expression âëł´ęł ěśë¤â to miss, contains the verb âëł´ë¤â to see. missing can then be âi want to see youâ, correlated to the next line about âseeingâ the picture. the stillness of memories and a picture stuck in the winter of being divided doesnât know continuance or movement, growth, as there is division.
ě´ë ę˛ ë§íëęš ë ëł´ęł ěśë¤
Saying this out loud makes me miss you more
ëíŹ ěŹě§ě ëł´ęł ěě´ë
Though Iâm looking at your picture,
âyourâ here is plural.
therefore too this distance is ěźěí âěźěíë¤â cruel, cold hearted. the correspondence of the âcold heartâ figures how a heart that is in winter and cold doesnât let love, memories grow. yet before things must grow again, âmissing, longingâ must shed and fall, to let the flowering of spring come back.
here we could even read too a personification of spring in the person that we wait to come back to in a translation of circumstances, if there is spring there is the person back yet too if the person is back, itâs spring. we connect seasons to feelings.
꡸댏ěë¤ě´ ěźë§ë ëě˛ëź ë´ë ¤ěź
How much longings must fall like snow
before that spring day arrives
as âë´ëŚŹë¤â means to fall, it includes this sense of both time that has to pass but too the previous leaves to be let down and let new growth begin or too continue, letting the period of enclosure go. even if flowers grow in the then, memories havenât stopped reaching a stall.
the season of the world becomes a synonym of inner cycle, picturing. when winter ends, then spring will grow back. love grows, memoring grows when the time too can grow. yet we deeply request those memories to stay and blossom like flowers do.
ěśě´ ę˛¨ě¸ ëě ě§ë
Past the edge of cold winter,
ë¤ě ë´ë ě´ ěŹ ëęšě§
until the spring day comes again,
꡸곳ě ě˘ ë 머돟ëŹě¤
please stay there a while longer
life goes on, the inner growth goes on. but people âchangeâ, or is it a discrepancy with the image of the friend that has grown in our memories and on the outside too. of those we love we grow a tree of love that roots down in the past, often a reason why we feel distance in that positively arrived spring.
Would it be that youâve changed
ěë늴 ë´ę° ëłí ęą´ě§
ânot even for a day i forgotâ, the past grows within us. we live the present and grow in the present keeping the past to live again in the future what is âlong goneâ.
ë¨ í루ë ë뼟 ěě ě ě´ ěěě§ ë
even for a day, I havenât forgotten you
perceptions meet the cycle of life, cycles intersecating and interfering, colliding in emotions, sparks and pieces emanated.
therefore âgrowthâ is a double sided progressing. as if growth can mean progression and spring the metaphor in the seasons, coming to spring can also mean coming in touch with otherâs springs. rotting thoughts and expectations, what before meant for us spring can remain a withering winter forever.
in the progression for winter to shift into spring, we must realize that erasure, âě´ë§ ë뼟 ě§ě¸ę˛â âiâll erase you nowâ, is a needed and positive step for spring to go on. in a connection with Life goes on, letting out a memory can mean to let out what brought winter. âblowing you(who makes my heart ache) out of my heart, like white smokeâ, white smoke of winter, the breath we form in cold temperatures.
ě댰 ë ëśě´ë´ 본ë¤
I try blowing out you who aches my heart
ě°ę¸°ě˛ëź íě ě°ę¸°ě˛ëź
like smoke, like white smoke
ë§ëĄë ě§ě´ë¤ í´ë
Though I say that Iâll erase you,
ěŹě¤ ë ěě§ ë ëł´ë´ě§ 몝íëë°
I canât actually let you go yet
in juxtaposition with Life Goes On, âwhen winter comes, letâs exhale an even warmer breathâ, to match how we can be the spring in the winter.
shedding memories away, breathing them out, can bring spring back in our hearts, even if letting a memory go means letting a piece of us go. the part in us that has grown, letting someone go like flowers down to blossom, represents the arrival for us too of spring.
the morning will come again, like spring will come again. because everything goes and everything grows and even if not lasting forever means for warmth, too for the cold that baffles our growth and yet, is a needed step for a progression to happen.
ě욨ě ë¤ě ěŹ ęą°ěź
The morning will come again
ě´ë¤ ě´ë ë ě´ë¤ ęłě ë
Because no darkness or no season
ěěí ě ěěźëęš
It seems like the cherry blossoms are blooming
the darkness comes before the light, and so winter comes before spring. accepting the presence of winter and darkness means accepting the growth, knowing that luminosity happens if there was shadow. here too in a juxtaposition, âwinter to endâ means âspringâ, said the way around to underline how this winter is needed too.
the negative of something is the positive of another something, therefore too blossoming is the image of moving on again and happening. the flowers that have formed up during winter can blossom in spring, we ourselves can blossom having let go of what was interfering with our growth.
in conclusion, there wouldnât be spring without winter kept memories. there wouldnât be a blossoming without stillness being part of the cycle. everything grows and times goes even when everything stands still.
we grow like seasons, seasons grow within us. memories like snowflakes, time goes like petals of flowers. everything grows within us too, yet everything grows around. the pages of the book youâre reading, the time inside the picture youâre watching, the people in your remembering.
youâre allowed to shed what doesnât let your seasons progress to spring, youâre allowed to still in winter to prepare for your spring from time to bring. if we loved and love, it doesnât mean that what has been spring canât turn in winter too.
everything grows, everything lives. everything part of the growth of a cycle that always continues, and truthfully, for nobody ever going to leave. erasure to regenerate, at place again create.
leaning translations taken from:
https://doolsetbangtan.wordpress.com/2018/06/28/spring-day/
https://doolsetbangtan.wordpress.com/2020/11/20/life-goes-on/
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