Example - Example story

The surrounding passersby, who were watching a young woman and a young man couple who had just bought a fancy piece of clothing from a clothing store on the night market floor below the photo studio, were looking quite delighted.

Some were still staring back at the couple who had already crossed Fraser Street.

Although not expensive, the couple looked quite relaxed because they were clean and neatly dressed, and their appearance was simple and elegant. Both of them were very charming and charming, so the couple seemed to be comfortable as far as the surrounding people were concerned.

So, while the audience around him might have smiled and looked on with a relieved expression, the couple, who were the main characters, were seen walking shoulder to shoulder, as if each of them was facing some kind of unsettling problem.

They walked north along Sule Pagoda Road without speaking to anyone. Then, when they reached Bogyoke Road, they turned east and did not speak a word until they reached the top of Ba Road. They walked at a distance and in a very steady manner.

Both of them walked without a clear face, each with their own thoughts. Then, as they approached a movie theater, the young man looked at the young woman without even turning around...

"How about you watch the movie?" he asked briefly and sharply.

The young woman didn't seem as indifferent as the older one. However, she looked up abruptly, showing dissatisfaction with the way she asked and the tone of her voice...

"I understand," he answered briefly, lowering his voice.

The young man continued walking without saying a word. The young woman, shifting the long-sleeved shirt she had bought at the night market from one hand to the other, kept walking with the young man without missing a step.

"Now.. if you want to see, come and see."

After passing many movie theaters, I don't know what kind of feeling the young man had when he reached the top of Pansodan. As he said this, he turned around and walked back towards the movie theaters, so the young woman followed him closely, even with a narrowed eye.

Within three or four minutes, the couple, who seemed to be uncomfortable with each other as they walked forward and backward, arrived at the same theater.

By the time they entered, the entire theater was dark. Even though they had settled in with the light from the trailer and the help of the attendant's flashlight, the trailer had ended and the main movie was about to begin.

At first glance, the film's screen captures a scene of a young man, about 25 years old, sitting at a table, writing and thinking, holding a cigarette in one hand.

Although the film is a Burmese film, it does not start with the company, director, and actors like many Burmese films, but rather, like some Western films, it opens with a character's writing room, which is quite unique to Burmese film fans.

Again, the sound is... It's just a scene where a young man is writing and thinking, feeling depressed. The voice is still not heard. The audience, as usual, is not listening to even a little bit of music, and they are dissatisfied and discontented. At that moment, a voice suddenly appeared, loud and clear.

“Oh... Ko Sein Lwin... Ko Sein Lwin, from a life of literature enthusiast, he became a crazy writer, a crazy poet, and so he wrote poems and novels as much as he had time, and he went crazy, so he failed the university entrance exam three years ago, and he’s still crazy.”

While listening to those voices, Ko Sein Lwin, who was busy writing, was acting like he was adjusting his cigarette, smoking it, writing, thinking, and then looking back at another piece of paper, the room disappeared.

The name of the film company appears with a melodious, pleasant musical note. Then the name of the director, then the screenwriter, then the cast, etc. are listed in order...

The room where Ko Sein Lwin was writing appeared again. After being dry and silent as before, without the sound of instruments, the sound of words soon appeared again.

“Ko Sein Lwin and I were very close school friends. While I was working in Yangon after graduating from grade 10, he was still a writer and was still failing his exams.”

Along with those words, Ko Sein Lwin was moving in various ways. He suddenly stopped writing and pulled out four or five magazines from a nearby cupboard, flipping through them one by one as if searching for something.

Voices are also continuously appearing.

"In the end, he achieved the career of a famous writer that he had so eagerly anticipated, but... my dear friend Ko Sein Lwin's ending was tragic, should we call it regrettable?"

At that moment, Ko Sein Lwin put the magazines back in the closet, smoked a cigarette, and walked around thinking.

The voice stopped for a few seconds and then continued to appear again.

"I don't know what kind of life story he had, but I believe that there will be many things to be aware of for those of us who are in the world of love, including myself, so with the help of this film company, this director, and these scholars, I will tell you about my friend's true story."

"Story example..."

"It's about presenting it to the country."

Here, the thick, dark text appears simultaneously with the clear, clear voice saying, "Story example."

Immediately, the caption disappeared and the original room where Ko Sein Lwin was writing reappeared, and Ko Sein Lwin was standing near a window, staring outside, thinking about something.

At that moment, two young men, Ko Sein Lwin and Ma Chak Ma Yeam, entered the room and...

"Hey, great writer, why are you thinking so much about writing novels?" a young man said, making Ko Sein Lwin stop thinking and turn around abruptly.

Immediately, Ko Sein Lwin motioned to the two young men who had entered, walked over to the table, and they each sat down...

“I'm not thinking about writing a novel, my dear. I'm just being mean.”

Ko Sein Lwin answered hesitantly and picked up a cigarette. Ko Hla U, who had been following Ko Sein Lwin's hand,'s eyes fell on the papers scattered on the table. He picked up a piece of paper and smiled.

“What if this isn’t a novel?” Ko Hla Oo asked Ko Sein Lwin, simultaneously turning to another young man.

“Look here, Kyaw Maung, the name of the novel is quite interesting, “Love Puzzle”, heh... heh... heh”

“Hey... Sein Lwin, you haven’t even written a single poem yet, and yet you’re still writing, even though you’re already writing a poem. What, you’re already aiming for the Literature Hall Award?”

Ko Kyaw Maung asked with a mocking expression.

"Aye... aye.. let them talk, I'm not even kidding yet. But one day..."

“What, do you still think that you will fail the exam, except for the cost of diamonds, ink, paper, and stamps?”

Before Kyaw Maung could finish speaking, Hla Oo interrupted.

“Hey.. Kyaw Maung, don’t even mention it, Sein Lwin is sacrificing himself for the people,” he mocked, causing the two of them to burst out laughing...

"Hey, you guys are so good, you're just being mean," Ko Sein Lwin said, standing up from his seat with a really angry look on his face, so Ko Hla Oo and I both got up and walked over to the window where Ko Sein Lwin was standing, making faces.

"Don't be upset, my friend. I don't know if you're really upset. Why? Is your uncle upset again? He failed the exam," Ko Kyaw Maung asked.

"As usual, but I'm not angry with you guys. It's my fault and I'm the one who got bullied. I don't blame myself for failing exams so often. I'm not complaining about it because I'm passionate about literature, but I'm just writing and I'm not getting any results, I'm just not getting any results."

"Yes, yes, your property, even in your pen life, you have no income. One day, you will write three novels, because the pen is new."