“North
Drawing your hands
The hand picks off a glove
They’re just two small lamps.”
“Sometimes I sit alone
in the wheat field of May dreaming of my brothers
I see cobblestones roll over the riverbank
The arc sky at dusk
fills the earth with sad villages
Sometimes I sit in the wheat field reciting Chinese poetry
My eyes disappear, my lips disappear.”
“Starting tomorrow, I will be a happy person
Feed a horse, split logs, travel the world
Starting tomorrow, I will care for crops and vegetables
I have a house; it faces the sea, and flowers bloom in spring warmth
Starting tomorrow, I will contact every relative
to tell them about my happiness
As that lightning bolt of happiness told me
I will tell each and every person
Give every river and every mountain a warmhearted name
As for strangers, I wish you happiness too
I wish you a glittering future
I wish you a lover who becomes a spouse
I wish that you obtain happiness in this world
I wish only to face the sea, where flowers bloom in spring warmth.”
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