전통.

Perhaps one did not want to be loved so much as to be understood.

If they don’t know you personally, don’t take it personal.

내게 행복할 자격 있을까? Do I deserve to be happy?

“Ahh— I’m sorry if I interrupted your work.” Lime gave the other a cheeky smile, rubbing her nape lightly as she bowed politely. “It’s a pleasure to meet you though, Minha!” She walked closer towards where Minha was sitting, slightly looking over her shoulder as her curiosity got the best of her. “What’s this? If I may ask—”

Being distracted from the other's question, Minha smiled and shuffled through her music sheets proudly. "Sheets of notes for my next show. I play the gayageum, so you know, it's all about the tradition--which I love. My next performance is Friday and I gotta conjure up something new." Sliding over the pieces of paper, Minha chuckled. "Take a look if you'd like."