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On the furrow
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Both of us/We both
Sitting on the high ridge of wheat field,
The joy of not working and resting,
Now two people are talking and laughing.
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Oh ~ the dazzling sunshine is shining.
Birds are singing cheerful songs,
Oh ~ grace, full of the grace of life,
Let all the attention fill our hearts.
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Where is the edge of the world? The sky of self-love is boundless,
The two of us are working and living,
Look at the sky and the sun and live every day.
Create new joy, always in this land,
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After laughing happily again, the two of us
Blown to the wheat field by the wind
With a hoe, neatly
The joy of going forward, oh ~ the upward trend of life.