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IU wrote a total of four songs for Sulli.

2012 - Peach 복숭아

{ A song IU wrote for Sulli from the pov of a man }

Telling you multiple times is not enough

With this tickling voice

That only knows you

I will sing for you

My heart keeps going to you

2015 - Red Queen

{ Sulli left f(x) in August 2015. In Oct 2015, IU released the album Chat-shire, containing "Red Queen", a jazzy song containing the story of an equally hated and loved Queen. }

Everybody fell for her, fell in love with her

Her laugh was that beautiful

Wearing a gala dress, innocently chatting

That pale, dried up cheek

Used to be full of life

Oh red queen

2019 - Love Poem

{ IU releases Love Poem on November 18, 2019. I'll let the snippet of lyrics below tell the story of this song. }

I think I can softly hear

A love poem that was silently written

It clearly flies over to you

I hope it reaches you before it's too late

I'll be there, behind you when you walk alone

Singing till the end, this song that won't end

2020 - Eight

{ Released today. May 6, 2020. A bright song with a bright melody about a sad story. A sad story from a chapter that the songwriter is ready to close, and keep in her memory forever. Side note: the visuals tell the story better. }

So are you happy now?

There is no such thing as decided farewells

Meet me in that memory that was once beautiful.

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later edit

I had to write a post description (for SEO settings) and I thought

to share that here as well

Released in 2012, 2015, 2019 and 2020. Come down this memory lane with me as we spend a moment honouring this friendship. And of all the friendships and relationships that we find in hearing IU and Sulli's story.

Sources

• re: peach and red queen

• re: Love Poem

F#

You’ve rustled through the long-forgotten score, fingertips brushing over the ink, reminiscing that sweet melody.

You set it down on the stand, fingers gliding over the ivory keys for the first time in three years.

It’s been so long; you just want to play. To feel, the rush, of performing.

You sight read the piece, and as the notes rise from your fingers, the memories start falling like rain when they meet.

But something is wrong. You know the piece will end; but it’s not that.

You’ve played this piece many times before, but there’s one thing that you almost faintly remember— but don’t.

You go about this haze, as emotions pour out of you; like a performer, like an actor/

The melody progresses, as you bask in the notes until it solidly hits you—

F#.

You’ve missed all of the F#s in the entire piece, and that’s how you’ve always played it.

Missing a crucial note. You never knew the piece.

You never knew the ending.

And that’s how you’ve always stopped. Mid-piece.

Your hands glide off the keyboard abruptly. The last page falls off.

You pick it up, uniting it with the other pages, in that familiar rustle as you file it back into its hiding place.

Some other time, some other day.

Some other person.

=== Lucy. 10.17.2013