When you are feeling too tired, you must remember your idol. That is, the idol whom you were once so crazily in love with. That is, the idol whom you used to memorise their facts faster than memorising new vocab. That is, the idol whom you used to write about, about how much you love them on your blog. That is, the idol whom you are able to type his/her name on the keyboard even with your eyes closed. You must be thankful, but at the same time clearheaded. When someone forcefully asks you, what on earth made them worthy of you wasting your youth on them, you must tell him. I only gave my most beautiful memory to them, but they gave up more precious stuff than me during that period of youth. When you are on the field under the hot sun for physical training, you need to remember, your idol once perspired profusely in the practice room for you. When you are sitting in class, with absolutely no interest in the textbook, you need to remember, your idol once, for the rehearsal, hurt his/her vocal cords. When you are sprawling on your bed, complaining about how tough your day was, you need to remember, your idol had to perform on stage for you despite running a high fever, or sitting in a wheelchair. He is your idol. We might not be on the same land breathing the same air, but we can feel each other. Since he did it, why can't you When you can't hold on, you must remember your idol. Running on the track, your ears filled with hot air and unbearable panting. Your friend is at the end point shouting the name of your idol, you must grit your teeth, you must dash over. He is your destination, he is your strength. Your secret crush has someone else in mind, and your shy love letter hasn't even been handed over. You lock yourself up in your own room, looking at the posters of him who is still the same, choking up on your tears. Nevermind, I still have you, you. This world, perhaps exist betrayal, escapism, depression and all sorts of unhappiness. As long as you open Twitter everyday, and start browsing through his updates. You chuckle; sitting in front of the computer. Remember, that is the real you. Your idol, might have underwent all sorts of incidents, or maybe an accident, even the doctors said there is no hope. Some of the members might have done something wrong, even some fans said they will not love them anymore. Maybe time has diminished some of his popularity, even those who don't really follow him say he is not popular anymore. Maybe his company never thought of putting in efforts in their promotions, with no intentions of further plans. At that time, at that moment, how did he survive? Although fans had committed mistakes, idols, too. He has his own shortcomings, problems, or even have many people looking down on him. Although he is not perfect, but you have to be thankful. When you have your own love, you must remember your idol. After entering adulthood, you finally have your own life. He, too, might already have his own. Be it happy, be it blissful. That past years of missing lessons to watch his concert, that past years of squeezing in front to buy tickets, that past years of pasting posters all over the wall, that past years of scribbling his name all over the textbooks.