The afternoon of the summer solstice

On the afternoon of the summer solstice, the shadows of me and the trees are much shorter

The time that is level with the body is removed layer by layer by the wind

If the wind keeps blowing, I'll keep getting shorter

And the trees continue to grow to the height of death

The invisible clock on the tree is also running slower and slower

Time powder smashed by the second, minute, and hour hands

glass house full of clocks

Until they block the clock like sand

From now on, the days are getting shorter and the nights are getting longer

In this shortening afternoon, I'm in my woods

Wait for a carpenter to come out of the book

A good carpenter only needs one afternoon

A good carpenter brings some stupid apprentices

The trees the carpenter passed by were picked and marked by him

The apprentices raised their axes and began to chop down

There is only a carpenter and his apprentice in this world

They can't see me sitting on the new stump

It's a carpenter's afternoon

Also the afternoon of a group of loggers

The carpenter and his apprentice will once again return to the book of wood pulp and paper

The forest is silent again

Brand new clocks go in the rings, the wind blows in the treetops