Aung Hwo Wae - A movie that gives life and smiles

Luang Pagoda

The curse of the gods

Swaying with the wind in the palm grove

I can't help but cry at the sound of the bell.

Don't look at your own heart on the square.

"If he... misses me, then don't worry."

I made a vow.

Across the river

There will be the sound of a schoolboy's motorcycle.

The sound of lovers' laughter fills the air.

There will be some used tissues.

And....

I'll have two movie tickets that I can't watch together.

Should I jump off the lion statue on the riverbank?

Every time the sound of the sermon on the hill rises,

I want to be forgiven.

May the inner hell be at peace.

Prayers have fallen like the leaves of the palm tree.

Luang Pagoda 2

The past, the sound of blood,

Still running on a razor blade

Prayers

How it slipped out of my hands and disappeared

At the corner of Saturday

Drought for myself

There are chocolate-colored fortunes.

Because of her beauty

My dream is

Entering life

How he was so full of humanity

His yoga side

Love letters are wet.

I miss the faint scent of incense.

Just the sound of the bell

I picked it up and put it back in.

Luang Pagoda 3

Like a bird whose wings are caught in barbed wire,

I want to cling to freedom.

The sorrows among the dried flowers,

Let it dry and hide.

"Where there is love, there is no war"

In a small flower pot

He could only offer prayers.

I long for the Thanaka forest that I can't return to.

Dark clouds covered the pagoda.

"Let a verse of Dhamma enter your heart and be right"

A small incense stick

He who can only add fragrance to incomplete prayers

I mourn the emerald green forest that will never be green again.

Along the sloping stairs

The heartbreak subsided.

Luang Pagoda 4

For pure things

He gave his best to clean it.

The thought is

The sun stood tall.

The feeling is

Jumping on the donation slip

"May we meet again in life"

Until my eyes almost went blind

I want to go see him.

He cultivated truth throughout his life.

At the foot of the pagoda hill

I've been in an elevator.

I no longer remember the little kankaw tree.

I think he forgot his name..

Luang Pagoda 5

To keep the longing leaves from falling

The moonlight

Just a cool person.

A star that doesn't shine when you're in the mood.

Burnt hands

Little smoke from the mountain fires

I can't come back to my own.

Sun-afraid

Have you seen the little girl?

The wall of life

Too high.

Ten lives have passed without the courage to jump.

Have you seen the baby with rosacea?

The softest blades

In his community

Then, brown and brown.

It rained like rain.

You're not close anymore.

I long for the pagoda of longing.

To keep the longing leaves from falling

The moonlight

Just a cool person..

Luang Pagoda 6

May you be near.

An unexpected moment

I don't want to be a prostitute anymore because I'm far away.

It's hard, it's hard.

Every time I look at the life of a child,

I thought the longing was a blood-red, raw, raw flesh.

May he remember me.

I planted a small kankaw tree in the corner of the courtyard.

He fell ill and died at the sound of money.

Because it's a star that's different from the sky.

I don't want to shine on any star anymore.

Let there be.. Let there be.. Let there be.

Mocking the darkness that will separate him and me

The one with the least gold in the corner of the birthmark

With full faith, I began to open my eyes.

May you be near...

An unexpected moment

I don't want to be a prostitute anymore because I'm far away.