C39 Agglomerated dragonhill(part i)

Love letters travel and miss a lot,

Love to the depth but why;

Because of predestination,

Sing love-songs hand in hand.

On the 28th of April, the sun was as red as fire; birds were flying freely in the sky; there was no green in the hills, only larch trees in green; and in the fields, people were holding ploughs to sow hope: fertilized, planted, and plated, a busy scene.

On the hillside