ㅤ 𝐉𝐔𝐍𝐆𝐖𝐎𝐍 — Bathed in the same cold dew my brow and hair. Und | Seven Fragments, ENHYPEN.

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𝐉𝐔𝐍𝐆𝐖𝐎𝐍 — Bathed in the same cold dew my brow and hair. Under the self same bough and heard as there the birds and the ocean hold their sweet talks in music through the enamoured air, before the vision on my brain was rolled. As in that trance of wondrous thought I lay, this was the tenour of my waking dream. Thick strewn with snowflakes of winter nights and a great stream of people there was hurrying to and fro, numerous as gnats upon the evening gleam, all hastening onward yet none seemed to know that we were going to bring something precious back home. Upon the belongings of every humankind that might make them the happiest; there I was, busy taking the best snapshots to bid my gratitude to the all sweet beings as in the form of ENGENE, for never stopping to send us your neverending support and love even though the sky is dark with thunders roamed the ears, but you are still there to stand up so confidently beneath our fresh-made realm, in which formed in the award that we received at MMA. This might be our very first encounter to the show yet everything went pretty well —along with the stars shined to beautify the triumph that we bring home safely. I was out of words to just express how ENGENEs made me the happiest that night. All the thanks go to you!
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