Though the night grew still, my heart lingered there, held close by the hush of Enoshima’s sea. Each glance back feels like a letter to a place I ache to return to. Japan, you are dearly missed, your twilight skies now a dream I carry with me.
And there I stood, where the sea breeze carried whispers of twilight dreams. The sky, aglow with the last blush of dusk, seemed to sigh with me in gentle longing. Enoshima left a tender mark upon my heart, quiet, and beautifully enduring.
Where the heavens kiss the sea in a hush of twilight, and the horizon blushes like a secret kept. Enoshima’s shore, so serene, felt like a sonnet written in light and salt. Such beauty lingers long after the tide has gone.
Under the golden lights of Osaka, we poured our hearts into every breath and step. Your love, dearest Monstiez is the gentlest crown upon our journey. With all the warmth of grateful hearts, we thank you, ever so dearly.
In the quiet bloom of memory, I recall a night where time seemed to hold its breath. Beneath the softest lights, I became a verse in a song only the stars remember. BABYMONSTER: ERA I, a chapter written in silken dusk and dream.