August sorrow

White ducks swim in the yellow pond.

The sorghum stalks are just above their heads.

How can this beating heart be placed?

A narrow road in the field, this sorrow in August

The sky is washed by last night's rain, the hillock

The sun shines and leaves a shadow.

The sheep follow the shepherd into the village.

The well is covered by a big tree, and it looks like a heart!

No one has ever said anything about August.

The summer is over, and it is not yet autumn.

But I look at the fields and the melons on the earthen walls.

I still don't understand how life and dreams are connected.