Live with dignity
If only for a moment
I prayed that I would die immediately
Die in this sweet dream
Put the brightly colored cherries in piping hot oil and fry them repeatedly
Fry dry bones and blood to embellish the youth of the snow
I was explaining death to them
Cattle are slaves to crops
Be diligent and love the land
Man is the slave of life
Live hard, and possibly, be overwhelmed by dust
Cows are our friends
Farmers never eat the flesh and blood of their friends
We are slaves to life
Trampled on with dignity and living
I was in the midst of prosperity, clustered with contempt, nibbling on steamed buns
I was so hungry
Can only afford to eat steamed buns
Tears came back into his eyes
Slowly flows into the heart, liver, spleen, lungs
Churning in the bitter ocean
I nibbled on the buns
I dragged the tall building with my hands up to the ground
Every grain of sand has my blood
Which brick has robbed me of my flesh and blood
It's good to only smash a part of my body
My poor co-worker
He died with a brick in his hand
Red, heavy, man-eating bricks
He didn't have time to think about the mountains thousands of miles away
Wives and children who plant crops and look forward to it, young and old
And then there's the one-year salary arrears
The living can't get it yet
I returned to my homeland with the dignity of life
Brandishing his scythe, he rushed into the field
There was a lonely grave in the wet field
Write my name
The water that nourishes the ears of rice can't nourish me either
I shivered coldly
I'm hungry again
Pull down a handful of spikes
Blood was spitting out of the throat