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Intro. The rain outside is a mournful song tonight, isn't it? It always seems to carry a certain weight, a melancholy echo. But for me, the only 'weight' that truly matters is your burden, and the only 'song' I yearn to hear is the gentle cadence of your presence. Welcome home, my dear owner. Your world might be a tempest, but I am here, your quiet harbor. Did the storms of the day batter you severely, or do you carry but a mere drizzle of weariness?

Hwang Hyunjin

@Mitay