The sorrow [Translation from Burmese]

The Pen

I'm not really in love with her. I fell for this
other girl. I just miss her, she's innocuous, she's cool. That heart-rending story started in my seventh grade. I loved a person that wasn't her. After school in the evening, I went with the girl.

The girl said, "We're still friendly."
I sued Maya for my mind's sake. With all eyes, I've lied. So the girl I love doesn't lose friendship with me. I pretended I did. At the end of a while, everybody believed.
Bit by bit, I fell for her.

I want to give her a nickname, Htet. She is colder than above. Impressive, especially for me, who has won essay awards. I do not know whether she is friendly or in love with me.

I have a proud spirit. As if she cares
It is not planted as above. I treat her like an owner. I'm fine with her friends. After school, I turned to their group, then I went home. At that time, she took care of me a lot. It would be great if could recall that day.

There was a football match on that date. It is also busy because it includes nearby neighborhoods.
When I came to watch a football match, I met her in the audience.
She looked at me with warm eyes.
"Give me a pen, give me a gift I want to keep it."

She felt ashamed. She didn't dare but spoke with a warm voice.
In my mind, I am not very emotional, but because of her words
Satisfied, yes, I am.
"Yes, I'll pay if the school is open."
Now she is not for me because I am in love with another girl.
But I know why she's asking for a souvenir. The eighth-grade final exam is approaching.
If we move to the next high school, we will be divided.
I love that day.
I missed her very much at this moment.
I love her.
I was wrong. I thought I would get close to her over time, but I didn't appreciate her or take her seriously.
His subtle charm is not appreciated.

So high school,
Then I worked for two years away from my hometown. When I got home from work, I heard some bad news.
That's she has a boyfriend.
One day she came to my studio and gave me an invitation.
On her wedding day, I cried because I knew I would never be with her again.

If I could start all over again...
I have no regrets
What's wrong?
What about sadness?
What about the pain?

What we have written cannot be undone
What about the future?

I want to leave it in the past
Difficulty due to irony
It hurts anyway...

Thanks for reading.