A ray of bright sun
Planted in this time, makes many flames
Skip on the land
Biting straw, and all the landscapes
Become red. Through
A twinge of seeds
I saw the moment of your bend
Sweat and desire
A flock of Red Birds
Take off from a golden field
The language of the land
In such a way, dyes the scarlet sky
You and many
Millet Stories
Along the harvest sentence, I went into
The memory of blowing red wind
Ears of corn beauty, still touching
The back of your labor melted into the heaven and earth
As a complete perfection