I'm Calling You in the Fields

We seem to be in a field at night, swaying in the wind. A sea of golden wheat ears surrounds an ancient camphor tree. The breeze with the smell of wheat fields blows your hair. The huge camphor leaves shake off the imprint of summer, rustling, and the moon The light dispels the darkness and illuminates the earth, like a bright lamp lit at the top of the world, illuminating everything. The light of fireflies flying towards you and me is reflected in the clear rivers in the fields, the lively parties in the fields, and the brightly lit nights.