When a blackbird flies over the black night sky.
When the tired morning sprouts in my heart
Twilight runs through your veins.
Pale vilen was naked.
Turbid air soaks your body.
I see your loneliness and sadness.
The withered wheat straw fluttered in the wind.
You lie flat.
Rain or shine.
Let the beloved ears of wheat go their separate ways
Such a deep silence.
earth
What can I use to wash away your filth?
What can make you smile?
I am the blade of grass on your skin.
I am your lost lamb
I am an insect repellent, and you feed your withered body with it.
I drink your blood and eat your flesh.
But I have no choice but to hang you in my heart.
Earth, how can I stop your worries?
With the warmth of the sun?
With the golden color of boundless wheat fields?