The miscellaneous grains that uncles and aunts have worked so hard to pick out.
Through their hands, they were sent to the refinery.
Was sent to the pot in intimate friction.
After the burning firewood is boiled,
After mud water is precipitated,
Tofu is wrapped in gauze.
Press something heavier. Go to rest quietly.
So the sun rose.
The trunk seems to be coated with a red halo.
The mellow tofu was sent to the market.
Bring it to me after your charming hand.
I haven't eaten tofu with that taste for a long time.
Gone with your fragrance.
The sky above the city is not clear.
The huge arms of the cold wind shook the branches and leaves.
And the tofu you brought me.
Seems to be two pairs of affectionate eyes.
The city has forgotten the years.
It's almost time for work.
I can only leave against my will.
How much I want to be with you.
Accept the fragrance of you and tofu with your heart.
That will burn me like a fire.
Maybe tomorrow will come quietly.
Tofu will precipitate in my stomach.
You went back to your home.
But you smell good.
It always covers every organ of mine.