1118 Bed Time Story

- HAPPY JINYOUNG DAY -

“I intended to post it on Jinyoung's birthday. Happy birthday to my music box maker.

Thank you for always providing beautiful songs to all of us at Bana.

Jinyoung hyung will still be the leader of

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Forever and no matter which path you choose...

I will always have faith in this music box maker.”

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“The Story of the Music Box Maker”

A long time ago I knew a kind music box maker....

This music box maker is a hard worker.

Beautiful music rang out from music box after music box that he had made.

He is a kind-hearted person who is loved by all the townspeople. Children are addicted to Khao Jae.

Because he is the one who brings happiness to the people of this small town.

And I was one of those kids.

I often stopped by his shop to play and listen to the beautiful songs from the countless music boxes he made.

Among the hundreds of music boxes lined up in the store was one he made for me.

That song is my song...almost every music box has my name engraved on it.

Of all the songs played from those beautiful music boxes, there was not a single song that wasn't my favorite.

I am the luckiest girl in the world.

Every day I watched him work in the shop, I was very happy.

I never knew he was tired...

I had no idea how difficult each music box was to make.

I am just a girl who is happy to receive gifts.

At that time I just knew that I liked his songs.

I like the music box he made...

I have never wondered what a music box maker's dream really is.

What I wondered today was what kind of music box he would make for me...

The smile on his face while he was working. I look at it with reverence.

To the point that sometimes I forget to notice what the small drops of sweat on his face are.

But what the heck? Well, now I'm happy.

On the workbench of a music box maker There are 4 pieces of equipment.

A 'simple wooden box' wraps the delicate instrument in the box.

A white wooden box with nothing noticeable.

But the music box maker told me that it was something that would protect the contents of the music box when he was no longer around to take care of it.

I don't really understand anything he's saying.

I saw a small 'accordion roll'.

It was a bright gold color that shone brightly on his desk.

The music box maker smiled and told me: This is the heart of the music box.

It shines in my hand It was as if it had been carved and refined countless times.

The beautiful music in the music box that I love to listen to is made possible because of this.

I love how bright it is.

Next to the accordion roll I saw a stiff 'cog' resting.

A music box maker told me that the gears were stronger than they looked.

Even this thing runs counter-clockwise with everything else in the music box all the time.

But it is an important mechanism that keeps the music box I love alive.

I kept thinking to myself, this gear is amazing..

The last thing is the 'doll' in the music box...

A beautiful thing that attracts people's eyes to this very ordinary music box.

Even the music box maker likes it. He cherished it as if it were something fragile.

He could not stop admiring this doll.

I also like dolls.

Because it was the only thing I could touch inside each precious music box.

The music box maker instructed me.

These 4 things cannot be separated from each other...

I was young and listened to his teachings attentively.

But will the music box maker know this?

That he himself is an important part of creating such a beautiful music box as well...

No, there are 5 pieces of music box making tools.

Time passed day after day. It's been 7 years since he opened a music box store in this small town.

I have probably a hundred music boxes engraved with my name.

He looked happy to have made a music box.

And every year I happily count the gifts he brings me.

Did I forget to notice something?

"When I grow up, I'll be like you," I told him one day, looking at him and smiling fondly like usual.

"Do you know what I want to be?"

"You're a music box maker." I didn't understand what he was trying to convey to me.

He rubbed my head, something he always did as if I were still a child.

"I'm leaving this city..."

Maybe so...I was too young to really understand.

Why must he go? Is this not his dream?

He's my music box maker...

Keep making the music box that I like every day.

I bit my lip, cried, hugged him and started to yelp.

He rubbed my head again and I was always a child to him.

'Tell me your dream. We can do everything here together as usual..'

The music box maker told me

"Someday you will see my dreams."

From far away, somewhere far from this small town

He was still a music box maker, but now he looked like an adventurer.

Do you see the gears in that music box?

I'll let you in on a secret...'Actually, it's not just for music boxes.'

I stood still at the secret he told me.

The gears are hard. Always contradicts everything but is a strong cog.

'Everything is more than what it is'

I am also her music box maker but that was not always the case..

I was going to be an adventurer and probably more things than I was.

He handed me a music box.

A song that will always be mine The side of the box was engraved with my name.

I just realized that those gifts I was happy about meant almost nothing on the day he was traveling.

"Will you come back someday?" I cried, hugging him, but right now it wasn't tight enough to hold him back as before...

"I am 1/4 of your life. You will always be a little child in my life." That answer I still remember well.

"I will be more than who you are. I will be myself who watches over your dreams."

He smiled at my answer, said a short thank you and left the city.

Now my tears have stopped, I don't cry anymore...

Every day I wind the music box to play repeatedly.

Do this regularly in anticipation of the day he returns.

My music box maker...

Some days I watch him through the music in the music box.

The moon peeks out of the clouds The sun sets behind the horizon, 5 months have passed.

The music box in my hand continued to play as if to console me. 'It's okay...you still have all of us.'

I kept thinking about the music box store that had him in it.

Thinking of both 4 pieces that he used to assemble into a music box for me to play

I want to go back to that point where I sat and watched him make music boxes at the same desk.

Sometimes I can't help but think.

So now I'm the unluckiest girl in the world?

Don't be too stupid...

'Because everything is more than what it is'

This is not just a music box that he gave me, but a box that holds memories in every note of music.

The familiar melody of the winder still sings the song I love when the winding winds it.

I'm not without anyone left...

Ugh? Whose shadow is that? people walking back

It's really him. My kind music box maker has returned....

He gave me a smile. Personally, I still cry and cry like before.

But that's because I saw the 'dream' he carried with him in that distant city that he had found...

This music box maker is so much more than who he is.

He handed me a new music box.

That music box was nothing like the original.

"I gave it to you. It was made from my dreams." The music box maker began winding the box. But I still stared at it, not understanding.

He doesn't have to use either. Are the 4 things the same as before?

But because it was the music box he intended to give me, I always wanted to listen to that song.

I'll open it now...

That music box didn't have my name engraved on it like it used to.

'That girl' was the phrase that was engraved in its place. And my name is always kept in the memory of the music box maker.

He smiled and rubbed my head, I was happy even though he didn't call me by name.

“You are more than you are,” those were his last words to me. Before holding me in your arms forever

My name is "Bana" and I will always be that music box maker's girl....

- END -