Akyidaw - The Nest of the Dead

Nesting

The rain is just falling, barely making it seem like it's a bad name. People are uncomfortable going out. The existing valleys are just getting muddy. The rain is just dripping down on the clothes they're wearing.

As someone who wants to go out, I might as well take an umbrella, or not, and I might as well not take one, and I might as well not get wet in the rain, or get sunburned...

"What kind of rain is this?" he cursed, and the rain continued.

Furthermore, the sun, which has been sheltered from the rain, may not just rise now, nor will it forever hide behind the clouds.

"It's like this, it's not like that, like a menopausal alcoholic," he said.

Friends, in the misty, hazy weather, under the dull sky, amidst the glittering rain, have you ever seen a group of people holding signs and uneven text?

The text they hold doesn't know if it's a tail or a crest. They are ready to bark if someone comes up to them, regardless of their status. Their eyes are blurry. They don't even seem to know what's right or wrong on the surface. However, they are the particles that make up a group of people who are constantly changing and changing.

Among them was the group led by Ko Yin Nga, who won every match and was known as “Lu Ma Than Ko Nan”.

Oh... my friend. The peacock is a beautiful flower. What color is the peacock?

Myanmar is a country where people call the sun the color of the sun, but no one knows what color the sun is.

I feel sorry for the ancient masters. Listen to the cries of the peacock (the peacock of others, the peacock of oneself) under the sun.

You will have videos, movies, literature, slogans, and figures that people should know about at your fingertips.

Among them, you may be familiar with the "Lunthankonan" from the Greek mythology.

Born half human and half divine, Konan has the appearance of a human and the power of a god, so he is known as "Konan the Mighty One".

This is not the kind of person who wants to introduce himself, who is walking around in the rain at six o'clock.

He was born in Burma. In addition, he was a half-human, half-divine Conan, descended from a Greek god.

People are not able to eat rice for a day, and then they eat for a day, so they are not strong. In addition, they have to live next to a large lake, in a squatter's hut, and there is no bucket to wash, so they have to take a bath, so they have to take a bath.

Many people gave him the nickname because he was so stinky that even those who felt the holes couldn't get close to him.

"The disabled person"

The name is derived from the fact that the person is weak and has a bad body. His real name is known as Naughty, but his common name is

"The disabled person"

The face is flat. The ribs are protruding. The teeth are yellow. The lips are blue. The skin is thin. The face is thin. The body smells.

But he is brave, braver than most.

I put a sign in Ko Nam's hand. It's his responsibility to shout whatever he sees.

The game is hot. Sometimes it's rough. Sometimes it's running. Sometimes.... Sometimes it happens unexpectedly.

However...

The Ko Nam are just salmon fish. They are weak salmon fish that follow only when there is a leader.

Ko Nan looked at the leader.

My body is numb, my fingers and toes are cold. My heart is pounding. My lips are whispering.

“I love you like this, Ma Khin Than Kyi”

To completely wet that body, it would have to rain heavily.

The skin is black. The face is thin. The body is fat. It is hard to tell whether the betel nut is red or black. However, her special feature is that she is light. Light. She is agile. She can run and jump. She has -

This is how I love Ma Khin Than Kyi.

The beauty of the raindrops and the dust of the flowers made my heart flutter. My heart was beating violently with the steps of a rebel.

I see them day and night, miss them even when I don't see them, miss them even when I see them, miss them even when I don't meet them, miss them even when I meet them, and I remember them over and over again. Even if the rain drops separate us, I can't stop loving them. This is Ma Khin Than Kyi.

If there is one kind of person, Ko Nam's heart is not Khin Than Kyi. Khin Than Kyi's life, Khin Than Kyi's beauty, if it were not for Khin Than Kyi, Ko Nam would have died in a flash. I feel sad just because I didn't eat.

This is how I love Ma Khin Than Kyi.

“Hey, hey, spread out to make it look like there are a lot of people. Move the signs forward,” everyone was moving with the cheers. Work is work.

"The convoy is about to pass. Be ready."

I couldn't hear the screams, I couldn't hear anything. In my mind, it was only Khin Than Kyi.

For many days, I loved Bala Maung until I was almost ecstatic. I loved him more than the happiest memories of my childhood. I loved him more than the ripples of a beautiful puddle of water on a road lined with water fountains. I loved him as if I didn't know who put water in a coconut, and I loved him as if I didn't know who put love in my heart.

I love you, Khin Than Kyi.

“Hey, come on... I'll start, Khin Than Kyi, start shouting.”

The blue voice that came out with the voices was... "Recovery of confiscated lands."

Following Khin Than Kyi's leadership, the spontaneous outcry

"This is important, this is important"

"Eliminating poverty"

"This is important, this is important"

"Discovering the Rape of the Naythet"

"This is important, this is important"

Some screams pierced the broken sky.

I don't know where and who confiscated what land. I don't know where and why there are protests. I don't know who is shouting and why.

If it weren't for three thousand baht, a bag of rice noodles, and the face of Khin Than Kyi, whom I love

That worker will not be able to do it. Now, I hate the deafening roar of the east, screaming for our rights, every time I stand up.

The issue that really makes me want to scream...

"Recovering the Stolen Heart"

"That's important"

"Eliminating the hunger for love"

"That's important"

"Freeing the Heart from Oppression"

"That's important"

Give me everything back, Khin Than Kyi...

Love this.

Searching through the raindrops.

The path, which had been muddy with just a little rain, has now turned yellow from the incessant, though not heavy, rain.

Ko Nam is staring at the raindrops for no reason. He has already consumed over two hundred ounces of alcohol, so his artistic instincts are running wild.

Khin Than Kyi, when I look at the rain, Khin Than Kyi, when I breathe the wind. Nothing is perfect, Khin Than Kyi. When I pick up some ideas, Khin Than Kyi. This is how I love.

"Hey, why are you staring at me, old man?" said Wai, who was drinking with him from the side.

While eating the fried pork belly from the danpauk wrap that I just got•••

"What, did the rain hit the rocks, haha?"

Wei Gyi is drunk and intoxicated. Ko Gwe, who is called Naung Gyi, is tired of the raindrops...

“Our lives are not easy, Wai Kyi Yar. It’s like the thoughts flowing into the ocean, not knowing where the waves will rise.”

Wei Yi frowned. Naung Yi became artistic when he got a little drunk like this.

That's right. Naunggyi also respects art. In the neighborhood,