Wutt Mhone,

    the way carried me

    to wrong miles.

But Honey,

    the creation of Zu

                       is

    only smell of you

    can make me

           to sleep.

Wutt Mhone,

    Now

    I'm flying to you.

Chaotic blowing clouds

                       crack

As dreams.

    Long ago,

The palace of mind

would be shiny likes stars.

But

                       when

   I arrived

    it becomes

the cemetry of explorer.

I

           many times

forgot you

              by floating

on golden sound.

For my absence,

    hoeny will be not sweet:

                       but

I slowly crossed.

Your heart must be

        Strongly tired

because of

    Cutting seconds.

I solidly sure that

    there id one allowance

    for your light brown hair.

Whit Mhone,

    Burns the river of tear.

    I come to your beach

        for couple sitting.

   Plants the flowers;

    I will weed them.

    We both

                 will plough 

that field

           and 

hurtfully paint

A portrait of the sorrow age.

                             Phone Thant Khant