Min lo ngei rawh u in duh chuan, mahse hei hi ka rawn post chak ve hrim hrim a…
A heartless soul swaggers through life
Knowing pain is afar, striding with a smile.
But a touch soft as feather planted a seed
Alive was a heart keeping up a beat.
A beat without rhythm; ’twas fragile and pale,
Yet warming the soul with a heavenly veil.
Soon vanity enlarged gobbled up the heart,
The soul then turned cold and pain was now bold.
Times like these childhood fills the mood
When sorrow and distress fade in a flash.
Imagination turning paper to crown,
Revealing a world, a kingdom of no frown.