Crops in the field

I heard a touching poem at the fellowship party tonight. Share it with the right person and attach my response: Za, I am here, please send me!

The crops in the field are ripe one by one,

I can't see death.

Home z is in a hurry,

Anxiety is like fire,

I can't find a person with the same heart.

Seeing many workers,

Spend time and energy for yourself,

I don't love s.

There are people in the crowded z,

No one is there when the Lord needs it. Why not make z sad?

(Chorus)

Who cares about z's heart?

Who cares about z's heart?

Who meets the needs of Z?

Who makes Z heart happy?

2.

The mountains are full of lost sheep,

I can't see the shepherd.

Hunger, thirst, injury,

Trampled and swallowed by animals,

Drifting, drifting

The sheep were scattered and lost,

You're still running away,

How to make Z heart happy?

The Lord is among thousands of people,

I can't find many people who agree with S.

(Chorus)

Who cares about z's heart?

Who cares about z's heart?

Who meets the needs of Z?

Who makes Z heart happy?

Who makes Z heart happy?