Tara Min Wai - A Rose Blade Between My Heart (P, Du)

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Love is when two people think they love each other the most. Even though there are large spaces in the house, lovers enjoy sitting together in one place. They think that love is necessary for young people, but for old people, it is no longer a pleasure. I think it is because old people and old ladies do not have the dark hair, the eyes of a deer, the red cheeks, the sweet dimples and the pearly teeth. When a man and a woman love, they are silent and happy. When they are angry, they are also silent and separate. The words they say in love are like dreams. That is why when I grow up, I do not believe in love at all, I know that it is a lie. However, I also think that if girls who love me come and stay close to me, I will fall in love, sir...”

After reading the letter, Ye Aung smiled at the end. He looked at me with mixed emotions and asked, "Naedun."

"What the hell is this..." Naedun replied, laughing as usual.

"What is the essay.." "What is the essay...? Where did you get it from..."

"Taken from the comedy dictionary"

"I like it...."

The two laughed.

"There are truths in the essays."

"That's right, what the child says is really true."

"I've been reading international comedies for a long time, and some of them are philosophical."

Ye Aung nodded in agreement. “Okay... Let’s say something like this, “Okay, I’ll show you here…” “Okay.”

Ye Aung looked at the posters on the wall of the cold store, thinking, "It's my fault for giving it to me." Htet Htet Moe Oo was smiling at him, encouraging him.

Naedun said, "Here's what he wrote... The words he said out of desire are like dreams."

"Well...what happened?" "Nothing happened, bye..."

"Hmm...are you still talking about nothing?"

"I don't need to explain, he just stated his opinion directly, I'm just going to show you."

Ye Aung shook his head. "The view is..."

"Well... why don't you try arguing with the kid?" - Ye Aung continued, smiling while rubbing his chin with his hand.

"Words spoken in love are like lottery tickets."

Naedun's eyes widened at his words. "Why?"

"All those words are about hope and faith... But in the end, things go wrong. Sometimes things happen the way they are meant to be. You have to play your part and try to win the lottery..."

Naedun smiled brightly at those words.

"Let me...let me, that's your opinion. So where is your lottery ticket..."

Naedun's question made Ye Aung hesitate to answer. He scratched his head...

"Well......that's..." Naedun laughed out loud. It was noon. The cold store was empty.