
The journey uphill and downhill
That sack of swollen grain
Sweated
They stood at the door of the grain depot
Wait for the same fate
And the pen is straight and straight
The man in charge of the grain store ignored it
Who takes the hands of the peasants
I can't get rid of the tear marks on my face
Shivering uphill
Shiver downhill
Sell the grain that cannot be sold
Face it to the people who betray it
I can't help but be ashamed of those hands
It took a year of hard work
Those hands couldn't get back the money for salt
Walk back to the full grain hoard
Wait for the next year to begin
On salt-free and tasteless days
Have mercy on yourself