Who plays music at the middle of the night while some people are already deep in their slumber? You’re the light, you’re the night, you’re the color of my blood It continued playing. You’re the cure, you’re the pain, you’re the only thing I wanna touch, never knew that it could mean so much Seungcheol flipped and rolled on his sheets as he struggled to hide his ears from the noise, with the origin unknown, though it seemed just a few meters aw