A lot of expectations start to grow in your heart. When you see a new crop being prepared in your field.
When you touch it, You start to imagine that your warehouse will be full of grain.
And then one day Your expectations are shattered by the blows of God.
Instead of water, the acid rains From the sky And your golden dreams become ashes.
But the boundaries of expectations do not end here.
A new hope is born in the heart. I'll work hard again in the field. And maybe next year my dream will be fulfilled.
And with this hope, this year will also pass.