This afternoon I enjoyed such a beautiful day in the rice fields while controlling the soil preparations for farming.
Here's my photo while in the fields.
I see Maya go through the day
While looking up at the sky
Holding on to the hope that starts to tangle
It is clear that the wound on his cheek is clear
His brows furrowed
Hope everything is still intact
Even though he's tired, he's sweaty
Buried half the wound
On hold
I miss him
His passion is untouchable
Because the palace walls are so arrogant
He was silent on the expanse of the savanna
Causing the grass to hug his feet
Until the sky divides orange
on the edge of time
Because even twilight must understand sorrow