When migratory birds return south

When the fish in the water wake up and hibernate

When the trees bud and dye the roadside green

The fields also began his cultivation

His spring

and his mixed with aquatic weeds

It's like rice

The fate of the weeds

And rice is what you have to grow in your life

And grew up under a typhoon that couldn't blow him down

The reason why he was able to fall in

Harvest his dreams

Get that peace and rest

There is white snow

and clothed him from under heaven

It's faith

It's the word "ten" in the field

Who is this man named "The Field"?

It's Father, it's you!

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