Heaven pours out tonight’s dark azure and loneliness is palpable as the wind embraces me. I, who am accustomed to solitude find no fault thereby ໒ঌ (Letters From @Kongjjiro... First: Will You Be-My-Company?) Yet, tonight, I can Feel my soul cries bitterly, “Even, my beloved doll... My Monchicchi has fled from me.” So, Moon, tell me—how could I believe there is anyone who will never leave me?