Anonymously a fertile land
He does not have a name in the clash of clay
Repeatedly planting anonymously
Weeds grow and die
Dream crops bubbles are mixed with air
Occasionally the land covers the chest
Fire blaze
The land is ashes as burnt
The fire is in the darkness
Silence burns in front of the eyes
One land after another
Burning in the primitive darkness
This fire devours
Green crop produced during
