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  The wind carries your name softly,as if even the sky remembershow you once said, “Don’t be scared, I’m still here.”

  I count the seconds like prayers.Not for a miracle—just for your voiceto say, “I’m okay, just tired today.”

  The moonlight touches your photo.It doesn't ask where you've gone.I tell it, “She’s chasing dreams, I’m waiting.”

  Even silence tastes like lovewhen it’s filled with the echoof you saying, “I will shine, even alone.”

  I hum to myself. It’s not a song,just a low desperate rhythm—“Saranghaeyo… Saranghaeyo…” again and again.

  You said once, “Like petals in the wind, I’ll dance.”So I let the cherry blossoms fall,believing each one carries my love to you.

  I py your old voice memos.You ughed, you sighed, you breathed—“I miss you too, dummy,” you said in one.

  You tell the world you’re strong.But I remember how you whispered,“When the lights go off, it’s just me.”

  I don’t want the world, Yong.Just one minute to hear you sigh and say,“It’s hard. But I’m okay.”

  My hands tremble over the keypad.Should I call? Should I not?But then I remember, “You’re always with me.”

  Cherry blossoms again,drifting like the days without you.But they remind me: “Even without spring, I bloom.”

  You once sang, “I shine brightest in the dark.”And you do. But love,even stars burn out when they’re too alone.

  I py those old emo songs.The ones you said were “cringe but cute.”You cried the first time I sang them for you.

  The streetlight outside flickers.Is it tired, like you?Or is it just me, holding on too tight?

  You said, “Don’t forget who I am.”As if I could. Even my shadowshave learned the way your name fits my lips.

  You shine, you fly, you fall, you rise.But when you said, “I’m not alone,”I wished I was the reason why.

  You once hummed in your sleep.A melody soft as breath—I matched its rhythm to my heartbeat.

  My love, if the world weighs you down,just come home tonight.We can hide where “the sun meets our quiet hearts.”

  No stage tonight. No dance.Just sweatpants, snacks, and soft music—and me whispering, “Don’t go, don’t go,” even if you’re here.

  And if you fall asleep mid-call,let the silence say it for me:“You’re loved. You’re enough. You’re everything.”

  Yong, no matter the dress you wear,from hanbok to hoodie, you shine.I’ll still say, “You're lovelier than the moon in bloom.”

  Change your hair a thousand times—short fringe, long waves, colored bold—you'll still hear me say, “You’re prettier than stardust.”

  Even if I say the cheesiest lines,“You're the sun, the sea, the final verse…”it’s just me trying to make you mine, again and again.

  So I py Mamamoo on repeat,singing your name between each beat—“I love you, Yong… I love you, Yong,” like a vow I’ll never stop whispering.