Labor, Life and Dreams

One

No, you haven't come into my life

Only left a piece of piano in the peach forest

The moment when you wandered

Passing through the moist green leaves in the early morning

Fade away in the boundless space

But you can try to get closer to me

When the peach blossoms open in your sweat beads

I will become a crystal dew that wants to drip

Hanging quietly on the tips of the petals

Waiting for your calloused hands

Two

Early summer steps into this young land

Fruits begin to fill with the pulp of life

But do not rush near my territory

The season of harvest is the perfect time

The sun is filled with the scent of my youth

The beads of sweat dazzle the cheeks of the sun

In the fields where people work hard

I see the dance of life spinning

Thanks to the selfless gift of time

My hard work has catalyzed the fruitfulness

In the fertile ground where love and hope are planted

I keep extracting the essence of life from the sweat of my brow

Three

Joy begins to hover among the branches of the fruit trees

Our love has entered the harvest

You pushed open my narrow wooden door through the orchard

Bringing me the bright sunshine and the scent of fruits

I came closer to you and gazed at your dark face

Stroking your calloused palms

Hand in hand we walk together

Into the golden orchard

Harvesting sweet love