Tara Min Wai - I and the stars, the moon, the world

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I was explaining to him, looking at a tree by the roadside. He listened to me as I spoke, his eyes widening as he remembered.

Then he compared his idea to a verse from the Book of Genesis.

"Is he a female tree? Or was he planted by pulling out the left rib of the male tree?"

His thoughts are so cute, he's just that kind of guy...

Sometimes I'm a bit of a Bible nerd.

There was a painting hanging on the wall of the tea shop where we once sat. The name of the painting was "The Sea"...

"Some people pray that their lives will be as wide and calm as the ocean."

I was explaining to him, looking at a tree by the roadside. He listened to me as I spoke, remembering as much as I could, and his eyes widened.

Then he compared his idea to a verse from the Book of Genesis.

"Is he a female tree? Or was he planted by pulling out the left rib of the male tree?"

His thoughts are so cute, he's just that kind of guy...

Sometimes I'm a bit of a Bible nerd.

There was a painting hanging on the wall of the tea shop where we once sat. The name of the painting was "The Sea"...

"Some people pray that their lives will be as wide and calm as the ocean."

He wasn't very interested in what I was saying. He started to think about things that didn't belong, shaking his own hand that had been pricked with needles.

"Actually, both the needle and the Gorkha sword are sharp weapons. They are related by blood, whether it is older brother or younger brother, grandfather or grandson. Well... one thing is for sure...

"She's such a sweet, sweet girl."

"I want to stand on top of a mountain"

"Do you like hiking?"

So I shook my head again. Then... he explained what he said.

"Just as there are waves in the water, there are waves on the land."

"The great Yoma Mountains and the great Tin Kao Mountains are the waves of the earth."

"He who stands on the top of a mountain is he who stands on the waves of the earth,

It will be exciting, you will have a lot of fun."

I just repeated the original words.

"He also climbs mountains without any passion..."

How can you reach the top of a mountain if you don't want to climb it?

I don't understand this girl anymore.

"What happened, what happened?" I kept quiet as I looked back.

Because of him...

I've been naughty once or twice. At times like that, he would look at my embarrassed face and giggle.

"Your face is big..." "Why..."

"Like a rubber band dipped in oil, it's beautiful, and it's so soft..."

He just kept laughing without saying anything. That's how it is.

He is also my kerosene bottle.

One morning when I went to his house, I saw him digging in the ground. His thin, white fingers were covered in red clay. “What are you doing?” “Are you planting flowers?” “Are you planting them here?” “I’m not sure yet. I’ll think about the soil below first, and then I’ll plant them where I like... I’ve already dug in the back yard,

I've already dug next to the house, and now I'm digging in front of the house.

"Hey, bye."

I couldn't stay, so I had to dig the land on behalf of that poor little boy.

When our group of friends were out in the city. On the way, he said..... "Before we left, even my father asked me." "What did you ask?" "Where are you going, my daughter?" "Huh?" "Where are you going, my daughter?" He asked while reading the newspaper on his chair and smoking a cigarette.

"Oh..." "That's what I replied. I'm not going to go around town." I couldn't help but laugh at him. Among all the newspaper ads, he hated the breakup ads the most. He would often tear up the newspaper and make a big fuss about it.

"What does it have to do with you that they broke off their engagement?"

"Without you knowing either."

“No, not for people. I don't know if I'm dumping my ex because I found a new boyfriend.” “I don't know if my ex is no longer cute.” “Oh.. I can't accept that. Is that why I'm dumping you?

"Is that why you have to find a new girlfriend? Or are you not trying to love your ex with a new heart?"

His words still make me think.

Once, he had a heated argument with the owner of the photocopy shop. He didn't agree with what he said. The owner was very rude. He didn't work in a disciplined manner. He didn't have good communication skills. He also charged exorbitant prices.

I had to laugh and comfort the person with the sad face.

"I accept that this man is evil. He himself is a copy of the devil."

“Well... yes. So he must be opening a copy shop and giving people trouble. But he might be the last of the devil's copies. A rather poor copy.”

He was pleased with her words and laughed out loud. His face slowly smiled back, looking very cute.

He is very stubborn. He stubbornly does what he wants to do.

"You're not that big of a bigot, are you?"

"No... I can't, I'm not..."

Then he stopped talking. He turned to me and asked.

"Hey... what kind of fruit is that?" I wanted to laugh,

He forgot about the pumpkin. But...

I pretended not to know...

"What fruit are you asking?" "That's it... that's a fruit that looks like a yam."

I couldn't hold it in anymore and started laughing out loud.

He got angry with me at that point. He said, "That's it. I won't tell you anything anymore," and turned and left.

“According to God, nothing is permanent.” “What? It’s like a “water drop” in a poem, right?” he asked with a smile.

"Yes, it's all just water," he asked again with a half-hearted smile.

"Then am I just a cup of water for you?" After thinking for a while, choosing his words carefully,

I replied.

"Yes. To me, you are a bubble, but a special, cosmic bubble."

So he winked at me. His mouth was watering. "Huh... I'm really close to you." ....

He once asked me while holding my little notebook.

“Do you have any friends?” I was surprised. “No.. no.” “She’s a beautiful girl.” “No.. no.” “Her name is Nanda.. what? Don’t you remember?”

"What are you talking about.., nothing"

"So, who is the person with the initials 'ND' written in your book?"

"Hmm...my name is Naedun."

"Hmm... yes, I forgot your name for a moment."

Sometimes, like that, she's a girl who doesn't know what to do.

I too, fell in love with her... with a girl like that...