I'm begging you to forgive me, my son
For things to you that I could not have done

I knew I've loopholes all o'er in my plan
I felt lament: the black and cold dungeon

Two rivers flow but they can never meet
Until they scattered on my ugly feet

Who knows the secret, only you and me
Just want to hug you like we used to be

You'll forgive me, a faint hope I bear heft
That's all I ask for you, my most loved chap

To my late son Nanda Phyo Win