Father's June, the fields are golden.
From time to time, rows of waves are rolled up and pushed.
I have smelled the surging wheat fragrance.
That's the latent temptation of wheat when it blooms.
No publicity, lack of beauty and beauty.
But like his father, he exudes brilliance from his dignity.
The yellowing of wheat is a mature force.
What I see is a dazzling wheat field.
carnation
In May, every day is gentle. On a day like this,
My heart is waiting for you to stop aging, and I hope that as long as you stop worrying about me.
I am willing to be with you often. Even if there are many temptations outside, I will hold carnations and appear in front of you with my heart.
Let the warmth soak in the flowers, full of mother's love.