One day I had a dream, and I dreamed of you like a child.
Look up, that was when you were 7 years old, the sunset was picturesque, you watched the peanuts planted by your grandma being uprooted and thrown into the basket, while your brothers and sisters ran happily in the field with their noses sucked.
The golden retriever named Wheatear is guarding your feet. Piles of corn are put into bags and tied to the roof to dry in the sun. In an instant, the big clouds are cut into red by the wind...
They were talking about the sky getting dark, and before the work was finished, you could only see the golden wheat fields and the sky full of glow...
Intent: Reflection on the countdown of life, reminding people to cherish time