Having been burdened by bureaucracy for a long time,
I feel fortunate that I have been banished here, in remote Yong City.
I rest next to my neighbor's field.
Occasionally, I feel like a hermit in the mountain woods.
The dewy grass is turned under as I plow the field in the morning.
The water laps loudly against the stones in the creek while I row my boat in
the evening.
As I come and go, I meet very few materialistic people.
I sing long and strong beneath the blue sky.