Maung Chaow Nwe - Cafe

Beautiful fields

North latitude (19) degrees

From the land of Sri Keshtara

The beautiful fields

Owned by the city.

Michelangelo Brunetti...

Bedariha

I'm not a deer, I'm not a deer.

Like you, like me,

I can also give birth to a son.

Even a sword can bleed.

College instructor...

From the great Ayeyarwady River

With the love of Bedari

With a drop of water that has been poured ten times

It became a city of love.

In our country

In the land of the Bedari

The artist Pyi Hla Pe, who regrets

I exist in the land.

Maung Chaow Nwe is here.

I bought things that were not easy.

That's why

It must have been a mess.

Let's say

Abhidhamma, Socrates...

Like a soup that kills in five minutes

Let's say

This was true.

Once upon a time, the giant king of Pattanaga

The escape route

It became the Irrawaddy River.

Now

The small town

The city has been cleansed by rain.

Wooden brains

Shrimp brains

Pig brains

As bright as a moth

I must say it was thrown away.

Soon the town

With September fruits

To offer to the world

The town that is getting ready says

On the horse-drawn carriage

The town of Sri Kestara said

"In the farm of our hearts,

Without poetry

"It will be the day the world ends."

Thank you, O Aung.

The leaf.