Min Sat nodded, a small, bittersweet smile appearing. He pulled out his phone and looked at his own playlist. Among thousands of modern tracks, the "Soe Lwin Lwin Best Hits" folder was the only one that remained untouched by the skip button.
"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." Min Sat nodded, a small, bittersweet smile appearing
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. "Po Po’s voice makes sadness feel like a
It was .