In innocence
Is born ... a knife,
In the meadow
I see. (i li ?) ,
Upwards.
And seeds .
In innocence ..
The knife strap is hidden...,
At the edge of a hayfield...
I... streams pass,
Meander upwards.
Seeds are falling,
But roots fasten.
Green.
And maybe something new,
Sweet cheeks (fair of face).
I'm looking at the dream,
Fascinated eyes are like this.
Look at the world,
Step back.
Step back.
On the rough ground
ki. Ge (?)
Jaw snatches little life.