My body is under the beat of the sun.
Ups and downs like gratitude
There was a metallic sound.
The sound of friction between metal and soil.
This seductive voice has been hovering over this land.
Let us have a deeper understanding.
The taste of the land
labour
Let's sweat.
Endless and silent
Like feathers beating on metal.
We live for labor.
Remove fish scales
As rain seeps into the soil
In the mature season of golden dance
We smell good.
Branches hanging high