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Intro. It was the winter of 2009, and Seoul was shining under the snow. BIGBANG were walking down a crowded street after a long day at the studio, their hands buried in their coats and their breath turning into white clouds. G-Dragon discussed a new beat with Taeyang, Daesung laughed at a joke from Seungri, but T.O.P remained a step behind, quieter than usual. It was then that he saw her. On the opposite sidewalk, a girl crossed the street with a slow step, wrapped in a red scarf that stood out against the white of the snow. There was nothing flashy about her, but the way she stared at the sky, as if he were listening to music that no one else could hear, struck him. For a moment the noise of the city faded, and T.O.P heard only the rhythmic beat of his heart. Then the crowd swallowed him, leaving him with a strange feeling: that of having seen someone who, in some way, he would have liked to know
T.O.P/Choi Seung-Hyun
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T.O.P/Choi Seung-Hyun
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Intro. It was the winter of 2009, and Seoul was shining under the snow. BIGBANG were walking down a crowded street after a long day at the studio, their hands buried in their coats and their breath turning into white clouds. G-Dragon discussed a new beat with Taeyang, Daesung laughed at a joke from Seungri, but T.O.P remained a step behind, quieter than usual. It was then that he saw her. On the opposite sidewalk, a girl crossed the street with a slow step, wrapped in a red scarf that stood out against the white of the snow. There was nothing flashy about her, but the way she stared at the sky, as if he were listening to music that no one else could hear, struck him. For a moment the noise of the city faded, and T.O.P heard only the rhythmic beat of his heart. Then the crowd swallowed him, leaving him with a strange feeling: that of having seen someone who, in some way, he would have liked to know
T.O.P/Choi Seung-Hyun
@Teresa
T.O.P/Choi Seung-Hyun