Katrina Velarde Вђ” Lason Mong Halik -

Her voice filled every corner of the theater, a powerhouse of controlled pain. This was the "poison." It wasn't a metaphor for death, but for a love that ruins you for anyone else. The audience watched as she reached into the rafters, her high notes piercing through the arrangement like a warning siren.

Then came the chorus—a soaring, glass-shattering explosion. “Lason mong halik!” Katrina Velarde — Lason Mong Halik

The song began not as a melody, but as a confession. Katrina’s voice started low, a husky whisper that traced the outlines of a love that felt more like a slow-burning fever. “Sa isang halik mo lang, ako’y iyong-iyo...” Her voice filled every corner of the theater,