At dusk

A wisp of smoke on the roof

Wrapping around the sunset

A bird's nest in the tree

A bird's nest in a tree creates the warmth of home with its coiled feathers

Under the eaves, a cigarette

In the breeze, the smoke is bright and fading

A flock of sparrows chattering

Pecking at the thoughts that spill on the ground

A firewood in the stove

Illuminates the bumpy years on the forehead

The silvery thoughts on my head

Burning in the throbbing affection

In the empty rice stubble field

There are hurried steps walking

Under the doorway, those who stand alone and watch with their hands on the pergola

Trying to distinguish

The figure that is getting closer and closer