Mya Hmong Lwin - The stone inscription cannot be erased with a stone eraser.

A long, crowded crowd stretched along the main road, seemingly endless.

A large crowd marching with the bold flag with the peacock emblem, some flags hung upside down, red banners, and five-pointed stars.

Round faces, long and thin bodies, people with different skin tones, hair of different lengths, tall and thin men, young and young women, etc., all these people have different physical characteristics.

Although their physical appearance was different, their souls were the same, and their skin colors were different, their goals were the same. Their unity flowed in a single main vein. The faith of the crowd was colored, and that day, the sky was filled with an unprecedented harmony.

" Our issue... Our issue... Our issue"

The loud and clear cries, the eight directions shaking, they are shouting, so that even though they are shouting so continuously, no one's voice is silenced. Let the hearts open. Let the voices not be silenced, let them raise their fists to the sky in unison.

' Our cause ... Our cause ... Our cause” | They do not remember to wipe the sweat that is dripping. They do not think to lie down to rest for the awkward steps. For the shootings, ' No one is too weak to turn back, Shouting in unison for a liberation.

“Doh-hay-hay... Doh-hay-hay,” the voice of a middle-aged man was also piercing among the chants of life. The parents who were clapping their hands along the road were watching the man with interest. Because he was carrying a two- or three-year-old child on his shoulders.

The little boy was also unique. He was wearing a red hat and a peacock headband. The most interesting thing was that the little boy, like the adults, was shouting loudly, with his arms outstretched.

"This is a matter --- this is a matter ... this is a matter"

The first thing I saw when I opened my eyes was the big mosquito net. (I was sleeping on my back.) The first thing I heard was the sound of a car. My father and my mother were fighting again. I don't think I wake up every morning feeling peaceful and happy.

I glanced at my little sister who was sleeping on the thin mattress next to me. She was so beautiful. Her pale, delicate body had been sleeping soundly for two years. I wanted to kiss her cheeks, which were full of blood vessels, and I didn't bother to open the mosquito net. I just looked at her forehead and put the mosquito net back down. I woke up from the kiss, but I was so sleepy that I thought I was going to die.

The battle cries in front of the house had not yet stopped. I cleaned my face and hands and took out the fried rice from the cat's cage and ate it. The sounds stopped as soon as I washed the rice bowl and put it back in its place.

I know. If my father shows the white flag and leaves, it's actually a fight. My sister is the one who is trying to get my father to leave. My father is just a supporter. He only left the house when he couldn't take it anymore.

I deliberately divided the house into small shops. We opened a small shop in front of our house selling sinapha. It is small, but our whole family lives on the income from that shop. It is not very comfortable. Sometimes my sister sells apartments in the neighborhood, so when there is a sale, it is very crowded. Not to mention, my sister is quite talented in that area, not just apartments. Starting from cars, jewelry , bicycles, irons, and even batteries, she can make a profit by trading . Good connections are also a must.

Today, I have to help pave the front of the shop. My shoes are quite old. I'm in a valley in Phanau. I have to wear those big shoes to school. They are very dirty. I don't know what school uniforms are. When I look at people, they look at them from head to toe. I don't know if they are university students.

My mother's voice rang in my ears, and the scent of her scent ran through my head, making my hair stand up like gel.

' Come back, it must be my fault for the loud noise so early in the morning, can't you hear it? The father who was listening to the radio with all his might said, "Please give me money because the battery is dead." The son who was listening to the radio wanted to buy new shoes, so he didn't want to tell me. Do you think I have money-making plants? No one wants to work hard. I quickly grabbed my backpack and ran out, unable to think about how I got to the bus station.

If I didn't run like that , I would be stuck in the middle of my mother's old record player, unable to move, all day long.

As I was getting ready for school, I took out a lollipop from my backpack and sucked it idly.

Right on target. School is here. The little lollipop is here | Oh, I threw away the plastic glue stick that had no more suction. As soon as I got out of the car and onto the ground of the school, all the unpleasantness and confusion in the house were gone with the glue stick I threw away.

My soul is ready to spend the next few years with free steps and vibrant energy.

Oh.. Dagon University.... You are in the middle of nowhere, but you are like a milk plant.

Even though the hot winds blow, even though it's dry in the countryside on the outskirts of the city, even though the rules are strict like a garden guarded by a million bees, the university is still a university. There are those who have a fresh future. There are those who have warm hearts. There are love affairs before marriage.

Under the scorching sun, young people have come to the university to seek refuge in the embrace of tradition.

Sitting alone in the canteen, shaded by large, colorful umbrellas that were not natural, I drank a cup of the spicy liquid called student.

None of the boarders have arrived yet, and my sister has to run away from home so I'm here early. But that's no problem. For a student, the university grounds are not lonely. Aren't all the students your classmates?

Not long after, a giant with big, itchy pants arrived. His mouth was wide open.

" Why did you leave so early? I called you to my house (and you came alone after your grandmother left)"

The monster is talking with his usual slurred speech . Don't be scared of being called a monster. My friend is a real person. The real name of the monster is Win Thura Lwin, but every boarder calls him a monster. The way this guy goes by the name of the monster is also annoying.

When we were in the tenth grade, hip-hop music was exploding in Myanmar at the speed of acid and theory. Nine out of ten young people were rapping (the other half were paralyzed in the lower part. Otherwise, all ten would be rapping).

Among them, Win Thura Lwin was more outstanding than the others. Since he had enough money, he went to studios and recorded some sounds. He also gave his rap name, W, after a funny nickname.

I keep uploading rough copies of my albums under the name of this dumb guy and sharing them with my friends. I don't know what the songs on this account are. Because of the support of calling this account "Who is this dumb guy?", I started calling him "Who is this dumb guy?" and eventually went by the name "Bilu".

“Next time you go out so early, why don’t you leave your phone? I’m busy driving to your house when I’m free.” The monster came to school in his own car. His pants were baggy, his shirt was loose, his legs were wide, and his body was straight. Not to mention the dog, he was so out of proportion that he wanted to bite his ears when he saw it . I was really happy.

"Don't laugh, man, I'm serious. Do you know how boring it is to drive all this way alone? Call me again."

The monster seemed to be unsure and unsettled about leaving without telling him. He couldn't finish talking to her anymore.