Yu menglong makes audience cries hearing sing “do you miss me too?” 😭 final scene

They keep the lights on five floors high A gilded cage against the sky The window wide, the double glass But someone forced their way at last There's something I was forced to hide my voice Still shaking in the air Like broken truth no one will hear Do you miss me too? When the silence starts to burn Can you feel my fear? When the rumors start to turn I was fading, barely breathing In the hands that pulled the strings If you feel me like I feel you Hear the cry beneath my wings Each heavy door still knew my name Contracts written tied in chains Dressed me up in borrowed smiles While counting profit all the while The part of me they couldn't hold My message trembling through the air Like final words of my despair Do you miss me too? When the silence starts to burn Can you feel my fear? When the rumors start to turn I was fading, barely breathing In the hands that pulled the strings If you feel me like I feel you Hear the cry truth was locked away Behind the threats they made me obey But if you hear me, you'll miss me too When the silence starts to burn Can you feel my fear? When the rumors start to turn I was fading, barely breathing In the hands that pulled the strings If you feel me like I feel you Hear the cry beneath my wings Thank you so much to everyone who came tonight before I stepped down from this stage. There are a few things I want to say. I've been grateful for the many experiences, the friendships, and the fans who truly care about me. But tonight, I want to share my sadness with all of you. I have kept all of this inside for a very long time and now I've reached a point where I can no longer endure the pressure and intimidation from my agency. I know this may sound shocking. All this time you've seen me smiling on screen, on stage, and promotional. When you've seen me as strong, professional, always ready. But behind all of that, there were countless sleepless nights. There were endless days without breaks, without rest, without the chance to simply be human. I worked from morning until early dawn, moving from one schedule to another without pause. When my body trembled from exhaustion, I was still told to stand tall. When my voice grew hoarse and my chest felt tight, I was still told to sing. There was no space to say, I was tired. I was sick. I also want to be honest. There were times when even the food given to me was not proper. When I asked for time to rest, I was reminded about contracts, penalties, and consequences. I was treated not as a person, but as an asset that had to keep generating profit. I asked for a break. I said I was strong enough. But all I received were warnings, threats of heavy fines. They said I should be grateful, because I could still be used to make money. I no longer felt like someone with dreams. I felt like a machine built to produce revenue. What hurt even more was that the pressure was only about work. I was bullied, blittled, even humiliated in front of other artists. Some were jealous, some took advantage of the situation, and I was left to face it all alone. No one defended me. No one said, that's enough. My relationship with the people closest to me was slowly cut off. Every message felt monitored. Every step felt controlled. I lost the place where I could emotionally go home. I lost my own voice. I wanted to leave. I thought about quitting. But I was threatened with enormous fines, with the destruction of my career, with promises that my name would be ruined if I dared to speak, that fear kept me silent for so long. But tonight, I don't, I want to stay silent anymore. I'm not speaking to gain sympathy. I'm not speaking to bring anyone down. I just want to say that behind the spotlight and the popularity, there is a human being who can be hurt, a heart that can break, a soul that can grow tired. If I have seemed strong all this time, it's because I didn't want to disappoint you. You are the only reason I've endured until today. Your support made me feel that I was worth more than just numbers and contracts. I don't know what will happen after I say this. There may be consequences. There may be even more pressure. But at least tonight, I choose to be honest. I choose not to live in fear anymore. If one day I can no longer stand on this stage, I want you to know that I truly love this work. I love you all. And I only ever wanted to be treated as a human being. Thank you for listening to me. Thank you for believing that behind everything, I still have a sincere heart.