The rain

Remove a light and go from the boat to take a gander at the wet wheat fields at the highest point of the slope

Powerless little wheat!

At that point put out the light before the sculpture

We inclined together peacefully

You are a pixie who lives in the profundities of the homestead

Moon your virus fire is dressed like a bloom

Swimming in the southern sky

Swimming over my head around evening time

The Hamlet in the good countries was little and poor

Like a grain of wheat

Like an umbrella

The exposed young lady under the umbrella was quiet

Poor people and forlorn lady lived in an umbrella like a sovereign

Daylight and downpour can just give you soil and mud

You stow away under the umbrella

Reject tears and recollections