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Lyrics:
Ah-ah
“TRAINEE”
In many ways, this term defines my existence, but at the same time it is a term I can never truly explain.
A period of time, a state of transition where I could never belong anywhere nor do anything.
The biggest concerns I had living as such a trainee were the questions of friends and family-
“When are you going to come out?” “When are you going to debut” Questions like these.
I couldn’t give them an answer, because I didn’t know either– such answers were unknowable.
Though I came here through a certain confidence and belief in myself,
What awaited me was a different kind of reality.
Even now, after three years have passed, even as I occasionally gain the self-certainly to think things like
“once I debut, I will conquer the music industry”.
Whenever I hear the criticisums of the producers and teachers I am once again overwhelmed by the realization that I am nthing, that I am a inconsequential as a speck of dust.
It’s as if though before me lies the bluest ocean, and if I turn to look back, a vast desert.
In this hourglass-like mindset, in this mood, I spent my three years as a trainee.
And now, my debut is finally drawing near.
Even after I debut, new oceans and new deserts will likely await me.
I am not afraid, because that has made me who I am are the coceans and deserts I have witnessed until this moment.
I will never forget the oceans and desterts I have seen.
Because I am a trainee.
The day you discover the 4 hidden tracks is your birth as an Army. The tracks are: Sea Road/Path On the Start Line (Skit) Hesitation & Fear (Skit)
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