The chicken is singing on the rice, and the straw is crying in the distance.
Suddenly, a light rain came while it was empty.
Trample on the weak straw
I don't see any compassion.
I was caught up in a wet thought
Those cold things covered the ground.
My hot face can't light a fire.
I don't have the ability to warm it all.
At this time, the chicken stood still with fear.
Dare not sing that wordless song again.
Deep and shallow footprints
Carry a group of people who are in a hurry to fight for time.
And the rice that was just drying
Do you think about it as much as I do?
Which can laugh last, the sun or the rain?
See, no longer messy ground