Original poem
From the first cock crow at dawn
At dusk, birds return to their nests.
I earned enough money for one day.
Although it will be spent again tomorrow.
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I wear a beautiful crescent moon on my head.
Its faint brightness is like waves.
Bathe my brisk feet.
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I haven't heard my daughter cry and laugh all day.
And his wife's boring nagging
Now it haunts my ears again.
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Shine in my eyes like bean light.
The fire is burning in my heart.
Northland night in the middle of winter
When did the night become so subtle?