* [Post 1](https://www.instagram.com/p/CwDP7Z9Pqcn/?igshid=NTc4MTIwNjQ2YQ==) | [Twitter Mirror](https://twitter.com/btsbaragi_jk/status/1692206313462223066?s=46&t=QVD9Sj798VE9xiQfbkimSA)

[Translation by lyssy](https://twitter.com/btsbaragi_jk/status/1692215247690477932?s=46&t=QVD9Sj798VE9xiQfbkimSA)

First pic:

The safest home is the grave

The absolute freedom of language/speech is the death of language itself

Talent is a different expression of interest
But it’s a persistent/persevering life-risking (*as in putting ones life into it) interest.

You can’t be cruel/brutal without love

Searching for a way of love/way to love is already a betrayal of/towards love

Life’s fireworks that occur/erupt when we don’t believe in a god/deity, transcendence, or afterlife

The people who don’t have talent/are talentless think that their disorder or disorganization is freedom

In second & third pics:
Make sure to put the trash bags in the bin
Please, i told you to put the trash bags in the bin

* [Story 1](https://instagram.com/stories/rkive/3171449252303754891?utm_source=ig_story_item_share&igshid=NTc4MTIwNjQ2YQ==) | [Twitter Mirror](https://twitter.com/btsbaragi_jk/status/1692206313462223066?s=46&t=QVD9Sj798VE9xiQfbkimSA)

* [Story 2](https://instagram.com/stories/rkive/3171449333253813562?utm_source=ig_story_item_share&igshid=NTc4MTIwNjQ2YQ==) | [Twitter Mirror](https://twitter.com/btsbaragi_jk/status/1692206313462223066?s=46&t=QVD9Sj798VE9xiQfbkimSA)

* [Story 3](https://instagram.com/stories/rkive/3171508566924782695?utm_source=ig_story_item_share&igshid=NTc4MTIwNjQ2YQ==) | [Twitter Mirror](https://twitter.com/btsbaragi_jk/status/1692228611829325947?s=46&t=QVD9Sj798VE9xiQfbkimSA)

* [Story 4](https://instagram.com/stories/rkive/3171562839072510626?utm_source=ig_story_item_share&igshid=NTc4MTIwNjQ2YQ==) | [Twitter Mirror and translation by lyssy](https://twitter.com/btsbaragi_jk/status/1692273845481169162?s=46&t=rS8hIjvFMdB956hsZZPbZg)

““I love edges/the periphery
[t/n: 언저리 can also figuratively mean “a part far from the center or essence of a certain area or state”]
around/on edges/the periphery, there are bruises formed

One should not use the difficulties of the times/era as an excuse for self-indulgence nor blame oneself for it.
Every time i see both sides in states of carousing/squandering/exulting with dark and serious facial expressions, i get sores on my tongue*

[t/n could be a way of expressing how one gets tired from that sight but idk]

Its not to become trees that seeds grow
One shouldn’t ruin one’s life because of a purpose

Poem/poetry- the moment of ignition or the moment of flight/soaring
But don’t call that a transcendence or liberation/nirvana

Think about it, your pain/suffering can’t make a single leaf green

A lifetime as an artist is similar to a beginner’s driving of a car
One constantly/ceaselessly goes astray/wanders off track, but, each time, one comes back

Everyday/ordinary life goes from feeling to fact and from danger to stability
Art is the opposite

One can’t retrieve one’s own body/corpse for oneself/on one’s own
Perhaps that could be the root of sadness

* [Story 5](https://instagram.com/stories/rkive/3171981799920118708?utm_source=ig_story_item_share&igshid=NTc4MTIwNjQ2YQ==) | [Twitter Mirror](https://twitter.com/btsinthemoment/status/1692464002272776417?s=46&t=k7NOdWHLfSKHRuFefTS12A)

by mcfw31