How I wish there was a doorway. In the morning, the sun shines on the grass and we stand. Guard your door, the door is low, but the sun is shining. The grass is bearing seeds, the wind is shaking the leaves, and we stand quietly. It is very beautiful. If there is a door, you don't have to open it. If it were ours, it would be very beautiful. Sooner or later, we will wander, and we will give him the harp.
We are not leaving, we need land, we need land that will never be destroyed. We will experience it all our lives. This land is rugged and sometimes narrow. However, it has history, sky, moon, dew and morning. We love the land. We stand and dig with wooden shoes. The door is hot. We leaned gently, which was beautiful. The grass behind the wall can no longer grow. It just touches the sun with its fingertips.