I remember when I cried, when I had to wear the mask.

When I couldn't sing or show my face.

I remember when he glared at the camera whenever he had to do my part.

How he complemented me even more so I would be known.

How he tried to help, quietly.

I remember when he tried to leave, he wanted to leave, he insulted himself all the time on his talent after "U",

but he could sing. How he smiled in happiness when we still kept a spot for him.

I remember when he was severely scolded, I remember the fear.

How he ripped of the mask in front of the hundreds, no thousands, and how all the hate came on him.

But he freed me.

I remember the cries, the horrible sickening cries that made my heart burn.

How I heisantly tried to comfort you, but I couldn't.

The only way I could help in my blunt way.

I allowed the hate to come on me again.

You probably would have said I would have done enough.

How I wanted to leave, how I worried about staining Super Junior's name. You kept me there.

And I was thankful for that.

And in return I showed you to the public, and your greatness of how you could hardly breathe

behind the mask you wore.

But still danced.

I ripped of that mask.

You preformed without the mask that day.

By force of course.