In Hpakant, Myanmar, poor young people are numerous. Some of them engage in drug trafficking and make a living out of it. Some of them choose to leave Hpakant in pursuit of love. Some of them stay in Hpakant and dream that the jade hidden in the mountains might be the hope of improving their future lives; thus they often sing this song: “…before the best of luck comes, don’t underestimate we, jade miners…”.
