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The song ended with a gentle fade of the guitar. Min Sat finished his tea, paid his bill, and stepped out into the rain. He put on his headphones, hit play on the MP3 again, and let the ghost of Soe Lwin Lwin walk him home through the wet streets of the city.

"Po Po’s voice makes sadness feel like a warm blanket," Su had whispered. "It’s like he knows exactly how it feels when you have to let someone go, even when you aren't ready." The song ended with a gentle fade of the guitar

Ko Min Sat paused with his tea cup halfway to his lips. For many, this song was just a classic pop-country ballad from a legendary singer-songwriter. But for him, it was a time machine. The lyrics, written with that signature Po Po (Soe Lwin Lwin) sincerity, spoke of a painful farewell and a self-written letter of sorrow. "Po Po’s voice makes sadness feel like a

Min Sat hadn't understood then. He thought they would never have to say goodbye. But life, much like the lyrics of the song, had other plans. Career paths diverged, families moved, and eventually, the letters they wrote to each other became shorter, then stopped altogether. He had eventually "written his own letter of sympathy" to his own heart, just as the song suggested. But for him, it was a time machine