Woozi: The moon is my sun.
Woozi: The night is my day.
Woozi: Blood is my life.
Woozi: And you are my prey.
Hoshi: ......
Hoshi: Why I thought that it would be romantic?
Poem
Woozi: The moon is my sun.
Woozi: The night is my day.
Woozi: Blood is my life.
Woozi: And you are my prey.
Hoshi: ......
Hoshi: Why I thought that it would be romantic?
