glaeng gun. Both the wind and starlight were so beautiful, it’s like they were teasing us. บังคับกันจนฉันทนไม่ไหว. Bungkup gun jon chun ton mai wai. Forcing us until I couldn’t take it. BILLKIN, INK
stands. Another way out, another way out. The army ants have escaped. The hair on the back of your neck stands up. Ink runs into my cup, I sip epiphany Fang bite tarantula, taste of my symptoms
BILLKIN . Lok mun bpai, doi ti rao mai ru dtua. Sing rop rop dtua go yang bplian dai tuk nahtee. Bang ti kwam rak kong rao. Go dao arai mai dai dang jai. Ja pit ja plang dtong long gan bpai . PP. Bon
