Come on ,wind !
Blow through me sharply and share me suffering
Take me and throw away from the bleak labelling
Break all risks and clear the cognition
Tear me into tiny pieces by your provocation
Cut off my head and make me ending
It could be better than misunderstanding .
Come on,rain !
Drop on me heavily and give me pains
Shoot me and bury in the pouring drain
Flow in my eyes and send to the ocean of blame
Hit me like a hammer over and over again
Stop my breath and let me pass away to plain
It could be better than shame .
Nyein Nyein Pyae
Jan 2,2012 (Mon)
On the bus ,way to home
It’s windy and rainy evening in Yangon .