(It might be a dream I thought because I slept last night too late by watching this moon lit night.)
‘Under the moon lit night, who love to light the world with me?’ I hummed this tune under the night of full moon day. I heard the mountains cries at this mid night of the moon. But I did not know what would happen in this early night of the full moon lit night. How lucky I might be, ignorant of early morning cries. I slept soundly while our mountains mourning screams and blood thirsty evil awaken under the moon lit night. How sorrowful and distressed event happened in this moon lit night. I washed my face with sorrowful tears and breathed the mourning air, hearing the painful weeping, feel our heart cracking, getting the news of our country laments under the moon lit night.
How this horrible event who could see with his soul so lifeless? It might be a dream I thought because I slept last night too late by watching this moon lit night. Our full moon night – the full moon day of Tahsaungtaing – this month is the time for offering special robes and other gifts to the monks – I heard my granny’s song and my grandpa’s note – so how could yellow robes dyed with reddish load meet such a horrific blow under this early morrow? I did not believe it would happen this under the moon lit night. But I saw sorrowful snaps from the witnessed behold, said it was surely happened under this morrow night.
I was glad at this moment for my grandparents, who left behind this unkind world for they never knew what our country rule was like under this moon lit night. But for those who had to meet this nightmare, it will take them some time to recover from this horrible happening under the moon lit night. I did not know how to console to those who suffered still. But I know this note surely came from the spirit of my old grannies who wished to reflect their true sympathies through the horrifying event under this moon lit night.