Draw a moon for the lonely night sky, and let me sing beneath it. Draw a big window for the desolate house, and then a bed. Draw a girl by my side. Draw a lace-lined bed. Draw a stove and firewood. We were born and live together. Draw a flock of birds around me. Then draw green mountains and green slopes. Draw tranquility and peace. Raindrops are falling on the rice fields. In the painting, there is a rainbow that you can touch with your hand; in the painting, there is a starry sky that I have decided never to fade; in the painting, there is a winding and endless smooth path; at the end, the home has already fallen into a dream; in the painting, there is the serene posture of the mother; and there are disputes that can be erased by an eraser; in the painting, there is food that never worries about the four seasons; a leisurely person has no worries.