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As the final track faded into a soft, echoing vibration, Minh closed his eyes. The music proved that while people leave, the way a certain C-major chord feels on a lonely Sunday night never changes. Some things are simply "nghe mãi vẫn hay"—heard forever, and always beautiful.

The old wooden radio in the corner of the attic hummed to life, and the first notes of began to drift through the dusty air.

As the first song, a gentle rendition of filled the room, Minh was transported back to a rainy afternoon in Hue. He could almost smell the damp earth and see Lan standing under a yellow parasol. They hadn't said much that day; the rhythmic pluck of a nearby street musician’s guitar had spoken for them.