Bloom Bloom 블룸블룸
You became my season: close your eyes and there's blue sky — everything your breath touches turns to spring. A bright blossom vocabulary set.
Cre.ker's eleven (2017), Road to Kingdom champions — top-tier choreography and full-throttle energy lyrics.
You became my season: close your eyes and there's blue sky — everything your breath touches turns to spring. A bright blossom vocabulary set.
Refusing to be a copy: cutting the corny hero-movie scenes, betting all chips on yourself. A manifesto of the maverick.
The sun rising in your night: heart hidden in a lonely night, blazing only to light your way. Tension between light and shadow throughout.
A phantom thief seeping into the deepest chamber of your heart — stealing the most precious thing there is.
Heart-flutter as a theme-park thrill ride: time freezes, breath catches, one big bite. Amusement-park and sensory onomatopoeia galore.
A hunting game counted down 3, 2, 1: the truth hides under the mask — deep in the dark you can't read is where I play best.