Bhamo Tin Aung - A Missing Person

Must find.

It doesn't happen without searching.

Khinmei must find him. She must search until she finds him.

Khin May is looking for him.

"Brother... Brother... Brother"

My mother was crying out for him with intense hunger.

"Where are you, brother..." Khin May asked him inquisitively.

But I didn't get an answer from him, where is he, brother?

I don't know if he can't hear anymore, or if he just doesn't want to hear anymore and pretends not to hear, I don't know how Khin May can know the truth, like a crazy child, Khin May searches everywhere he goes. I don't know if I'm tired, I don't know if I'm happy, oh... I don't know if I'm shy or afraid.

The sun is hot and the rain is cold. Oh... The snow is falling, the cold is cold, Khin May is looking for her "brother". She is crying.

No matter how much Khin May searched, she could not see a single sign of him, nor hear a single word from him. Is he at the other end of the earth? Has he disappeared, or is he somewhere where Khin May could not find him, and she could not even hear his lamentation?

Must find.

If you don't look for him, you will find him. You will have to look for him until you find him. Oh, you will still look for him until you die. If you die and can still find him in the next life, you will still be looking for him.

Let the mountains and rivers and oceans be your protection. Let the terrible dangers be your obstacles and threats. It doesn't matter to you, oh... Let the last day, day, year, month, and even the world fade away...

Khin May is probably just looking for her “brother,” just looking for him.

"Where are you, brother?"

Under the pouring rain, Khin May walked briskly, carrying a leather box in one hand and a bag on the other shoulder, and climbed onto the arched bridge of Yangon Station. Under the pouring rain, Khin May wondered where she was going with all those heavy bags. And then the young Khin May was alone.

When we reached the top of the arched bridge, Khin May put down the leather box for a moment and relaxed, still adjusting the loincloth around her waist to make it more secure and wearing it.

Despite the hustle and bustle, Yangon Station is bustling with life.

The sound of the moving heads, the sound of the clutches, the sound of the sirens, and the voices of the people are deafening.

Khin May couldn't stay there for long, she would have a hard time catching the train. So she picked up the leather box she had put down and walked briskly again.

"Oh, my dear..." The three young men begged for the leather box from the young and beautiful woman.

Khin May did not want to accept the help of the coolie, she had to rely on her own strength to avoid being exhausted. So she ignored the coolies and walked briskly towards the ticket booth.

The ticket buyers were still in a hurry at the ticket booth, so Khin May took a seat in a corner. After a while, the crowd cleared, she hurriedly bought her ticket and walked to the platform where her train was to depart.

People around me seemed to be looking at Khin May, a young, beautiful girl, walking alone with all her belongings. Khin May didn't even notice the people staring at her.

When he reached the platform where he was to board the train, he took the risk of asking an older man in the carriage, "Is this the train going to the country, brother?" to be sure.

"Yes, young lady," the old man said. Then, as if his heart had been crushed, he felt relieved, and he walked towards the place where he could ride comfortably and clearly for himself.

Every single room was packed with people. So it was hard to find a place for herself, so Khin May was discouraged. But it was not something she could do without. So Khin May had to go and find another one.

As Khin May struggled to find her place, clutching a leather box in one hand and a bag over her other shoulder, a young, pale woman, about twenty years old, poked her head out of the window of one of the rooms.

“Hey, Khin May,” he called out to Khin May. Hearing his name, Khin May suddenly turned around and asked, “Hey, Nwe, where are you going?” with a sense of relief.

“Where are you going, Thayarwady?”

“I wonder if you can get a place in the group.” “That’s enough for one of you, come on.”

I met a friend named Naew by chance and he offered me a seat, so Khin Mee had to find a place with great difficulty and get on the train.

Khin May sighed as if she was relieved to be on the train, and tried to find relief.

"What are you like, where did you come from, and where are you going?" Nwe asked, not understanding Khin Mee's breathless response, but compassionately.

"Don't ask me what happened, I'm going to the country now."

"Are you alone in the land? Who knows where it is?"