If there are five love languanges, then the sixth one is making sure that every slice of my RedVelvet knows they are filled with sweetness and velvety.
And she is the lively soul of herself. Living at last and giving forth to the night. All its desire and all the joy of living, in that blithe madness of the soul of Irene.
Living her capriccio phase, she no longer afraid seen as peculiar. Of hands across and down the middle, hers was the subtlest spell by far. Of all that sets young hearts romancing, she was the queen, our rose, our stars.
The calmato of Feel My Rhythm has come to an end. The rhythm which started with calmato is like gentle breeze in the morning when you wake up, just to make sure everything calmed, everything is calmato.
And every soul has written their own great story with the motion to complete calmato, the series of tranquility. Every pair of eyes watch in wonderment, until delight would not be pent.
She writes poetry in motion, blending her moves with great stories and combined with footlight fancy, also gnats of music whirr. Mysteriously, with smiles inanimate, with lingering feet that undulate, delicately and imperceptibly.
As calmato represented as calm state in music terminology, through the ballet artβshe pretty much represents as the tranquility. Her charm brings you nothing but calmed feeling, as if she is something you'd rather see in the middle of calamity.