Prelude.
“Yes, I choose to live by my own flow. That's better.” —Yongsun.
The opinion of adults about teenagers is always considered true and accurate because they were once young. They experienced it first, a cycle of transformation from childish to unstable and irritable. Becoming harder to manage because of stubbornness. Sometimes–or often–hurting other people caused by their carelessness. Unfortunately, they tend to deny if they're wrong.
It happens, and there are a lot of cases about it. Hence, you don't need to wonder why or being offended when they assume you know nothing in this world. You will tire yourself. Since you will never know, said most of them.
Dream. Is not an important discussion anymore in conversations between parents and their children. It's not a surprising problem, moreover for a college student like Yongsun. Not a big deal for her, since she doesn't even care about it. But one thing that makes her shocked is, that only her among friends who hasn't felt any warmth of support from her Mom and Dad for things she pursues.
That, more or less made Yongsun ponder, for the mistakes she might have made in her past life. But she never got an answer about it, even once.
Like a white-winged butterfly whose beauty seems simple, Yongsun keeps flapping her wings and flies through various 'no's' and 'don'ts'. She insisted, her simplicity is also able to embody expensive diamonds when sold.
Yongsun goes and sings her heaven.
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She lives for her own self. She lives for her happiness. She lives for her beloved people, called Byulyi and family.
Where the strongest buffers choose to be loyal to their most priceless figure, then it becomes a possibility for the girl to climb as high as she wants. A privilege for her having the best parents in the world who continuously send her supports in every thing, who make her think how precious she is for the universe.
Byulyi actually realizes. About people who, perhaps, aren't as lucky as she is—the fact that her closest beloved people not only exist, but also become the suppliers of her confidence. In the end, being an attentive person to other people is what she does, expressing how grateful she is for having a pretty pleasant life by spreading happiness.
However, the thorns on a beautiful rose stalk are still sharp and painful if they hurt her skin.
Not everybody considers her presence as a gift. The older she got, the more she realized that she isn't that special, and she doesn't care about anything else good anymore, even if her parents say otherwise.
Some hate her, some believe that her soul is full of bullshits. They even intentionally make her feel so small in a world that's even already too big for her since birth. Since she sang her first melody, cry.
Miserably. She stands in smile, friends with pain on the sly.
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