Flowers beat, and the smell of wheat drifted away again.

A boy walking deep in a country road.

Wandering in a foreign land looking for the future

Another year of wheat flowering.

Come back with a broken heart

Mom said there were no wheat flowers in the city.

Come back when you are homesick.

That girl in the country

Not anymore.

The wheat in my hometown is ripe.

Waiting for my return day and night.