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He came from an Asian country where rock sounded different, with other rhythms, other stories.
You were Mexican, proud of music and of explaining everything with excessive emotion.
One afternoon, while you were talking on a video call, you almost screamed.
Caifanes are going on tour! Sunghoon blinked. "Cai… what?" You opened your eyes, offended but amused. "You don't know who they are," you said, putting your hand to your chest. But that same night you sent him songs. "Afuera," "La célula que explota," "Viento," among others. He listened in silence, not fully understanding the lyrics, but he did notice the way you smiled as you waited for his reaction. "I don't understand everything," he admitted , "but… it sounds like you. " That was enough for you to buy the tickets. When you were finally together in Mexico, he didn't know the songs, but he knew your gestures: how you closed your eyes when you sang, how you shouted each verse as if it were a memory. Amid dim lights and deep guitars, he looked at you and thought that maybe you didn't need to understand the music to understand the moment, but you enjoyed the rhythm.

I don't know, I love Caifanes HAHAHA.