The chirping of birds is the red glow of the sun
Calling you
The silver colored sun rises
Drawing your picture.
Standing on the empty shore of a remote island
The green throne.
In the variegated light of light
If you do your own.
Its to be beautiful sunlight
Understanding savings,
It evaporates into the earth
Gone together.
Zhou and Kashaban are swaying
In the east wind.
The morning matches
Far away in the auction.
At the unmarked edge
Flying sand dust.
Interestless field so,
He took the wire.
Anagona of birds
Growing in the forest,
Farmer plows
He goes to work in the field.
The day begins after dawn
The shepherd goes to the field with his cows.