You must have seen this kind of grain.
They are warm and honest.
Kissed your finger.
If you grew up in the countryside, too
There must be a tree in your memory.
It's mom's exhortation at night.
It is my father's straightforward loneliness.
If you grew up in the countryside, too
You can definitely name an unforgettable name.
Just like you call each other.
Now I can only hear the ridicule of the wind.
If you grew up in the countryside, too
You must be kind enough to make the stone soft.
Please don't forget the barren soil.
It sheds moonlight on your way home every night.