Hai Zi & Ye Chun
Wheat Field and Poet


Running on the green wheat field
is the light of snow and sun

Poet, you can’t give back
what the wheat field and the light give you

A wish
A kindness
You can’t give back

You can’t give back
A star burns lonely
above your head


Wheat field
Others see you
and think you are warm, beautiful
But I stand in the center of your question
      burned by you
I stand on the painful beam    of the sun

Wheat field
secret interrogator

When I stand pained in front of you
I can’t say I have nothing
I can’t say my hands are empty

Wheat field, the pain of mankind
is the poetry and light he radiates!