ℭ𝔬𝔯𝔡𝔦𝔞𝔩𝔢𝔪𝔢𝔫𝔱, 𝔖𝔬𝔬𝔟𝔦𝔫.

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Season of 𝒎𝒊𝒔𝒕𝒔 and mellow 𝒇𝒓𝒖𝒊𝒕𝒇𝒖𝒍𝒏𝒆𝒔𝒔, close bosom-friend of the maturing sun; Conspiring with him how to load and mystically enchant with fruit the vines that round the thatch-eves run; To bend with apples the moss'd cottage-trees, and fill all fruit with ripeness to the core; To swell the gourd, and plump the hazel shells with a saccharine kernel; to set budding more, and still more, later flowers for the bees, until they cerebrate warm days will never cease, for summer has o'er-brimm'd their clammy cells.

𝙒𝙝𝙤 𝙝𝙖𝙩𝙝 𝙣𝙤𝙩 𝙫𝙞𝙨𝙪𝙖𝙡𝙡𝙮 𝙥𝙚𝙧𝙘𝙚𝙞𝙫𝙚𝙙 𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙚 𝙤𝙛𝙩 𝙖𝙢𝙞𝙙 𝙩𝙝𝙮 𝙨𝙩𝙤𝙧𝙚? Sometimes whoever seeks abroad may find thee sitting careless on a granary floor, thy hair soft-hoisted by the winnowing wind; Or on a moiety-reap'd furrow sound asleep, drows'd with the fume of poppies, while thy hook spares the next swath and all its twined flowers: and sometimes like a gleaner thou dost keep steady thy laden head across a brook; Or by a cyder-press, with patient look, thou watchest the last oozings hours by hours.

Where are the musical compositions of spring? Where are they? Cerebrate not of them, thou hast thy music additionally, While barred clouds bloom the soft-dying day, and touch the stubble plains with rosy hue; Then in a wailful choir the minute gnats mourn among the river sallows, borne aloft or sinking as the zephyr lives or dies; And full-grown lambs loud bleat from hilly bourn; Hedge-crickets sing; and now with treble soft the red-breast whistles from a garden-croft; And amassing swallows bird the empyreans.

𝔗𝐡𝐞 𝐝𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐜𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐟𝐢𝐠𝐮𝐫𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐡𝐚𝐬 𝐟𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝 𝐮𝐩𝐨𝐧 𝐚 𝐛𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐡 𝐨𝐟 𝐚 𝐭𝐫𝐞𝐞, laying there, reading the book of poem, optically canvassing the leaves falls as he opens up incipient pages, incline to be somnolent within it, blissful bewilderment, enchanting every inch of it with life, which seemed to have composed, in its own space, an incipient ecosystem.

Fellow 𝐌𝐎𝐀𝐬, what do you cerebrate about my individual video teaser? The way that it was autumn themed must have been catching your attention didn't? Ah, it must have been an exhilarating feeling to wait for our comeback anon isn't it? Being the third member whom the video teaser was relinquished, the concept of my video was kindred to Beomgyu one that has the same atmosphere and season, autumn.

Isn't the concept from all of us mesmerize your ocular perceivers? What concept that you had already conjecture on your mind of what our comeback will be?
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Season of 𝒎𝒊𝒔𝒕𝒔 and mellow 𝒇𝒓𝒖𝒊𝒕𝒇𝒖𝒍𝒏𝒆𝒔𝒔, close bosom-friend of the maturing sun; Conspiring with him how to load and mystically enchant with fruit the vines that round the thatch-eves run; To bend with apples the moss'd cottage-trees, and fill all fruit with ripeness to the core; To swell the gourd, and plump the hazel shells with a saccharine kernel; to set budding more, and still more, later flowers for the bees, until they cerebrate warm days will never cease, for summer has o'er-brimm'd their clammy cells.

𝙒𝙝𝙤 𝙝𝙖𝙩𝙝 𝙣𝙤𝙩 𝙫𝙞𝙨𝙪𝙖𝙡𝙡𝙮 𝙥𝙚𝙧𝙘𝙚𝙞𝙫𝙚𝙙 𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙚 𝙤𝙛𝙩 𝙖𝙢𝙞𝙙 𝙩𝙝𝙮 𝙨𝙩𝙤𝙧𝙚? Sometimes whoever seeks abroad may find thee sitting careless on a granary floor, thy hair soft-hoisted by the winnowing wind; Or on a moiety-reap'd furrow sound asleep, drows'd with the fume of poppies, while thy hook spares the next swath and all its twined flowers: and sometimes like a gleaner thou dost keep steady thy laden head across a brook; Or by a cyder-press, with patient look, thou watchest the last oozings hours by hours.

Where are the musical compositions of spring? Where are they? Cerebrate not of them, thou hast thy music additionally, While barred clouds bloom the soft-dying day, and touch the stubble plains with rosy hue; Then in a wailful choir the minute gnats mourn among the river sallows, borne aloft or sinking as the zephyr lives or dies; And full-grown lambs loud bleat from hilly bourn; Hedge-crickets sing; and now with treble soft the red-breast whistles from a garden-croft; And amassing swallows bird the empyreans.

𝔗𝐡𝐞 𝐝𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐜𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐟𝐢𝐠𝐮𝐫𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐡𝐚𝐬 𝐟𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝 𝐮𝐩𝐨𝐧 𝐚 𝐛𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐡 𝐨𝐟 𝐚 𝐭𝐫𝐞𝐞, laying there, reading the book of poem, optically canvassing the leaves falls as he opens up incipient pages, incline to be somnolent within it, blissful bewilderment, enchanting every inch of it with life, which seemed to have composed, in its own space, an incipient ecosystem.

Fellow 𝐌𝐎𝐀𝐬, what do you cerebrate about my individual video teaser? The way that it was autumn themed must have been catching your attention didn't? Ah, it must have been an exhilarating feeling to wait for our comeback anon isn't it? Being the third member whom the video teaser was relinquished, the concept of my video was kindred to Beomgyu one that has the same atmosphere and season, autumn.

Isn't the concept from all of us mesmerize your ocular perceivers? What concept that you had already conjecture on your mind of what our comeback will be?
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BY ℭ𝔬𝔯𝔡𝔦𝔞𝔩𝔢𝔪𝔢𝔫𝔱, 𝔖𝔬𝔬𝔟𝔦𝔫.