Wriggling among the fields
ribbon, traversed countless
the number of times since it exists.
The way led the peasants,
insurgents who want to defend
this part of land,
People cheering for the Independent.
The road led by troops defending the country
And the enemy who wanted to teardrop that part of land.
It was followed by people to work in the field,
horses with a teamfor drawbars
They pulled grain carts,
Sometimes they carried people
for a collection of berries into the forest.
Now only harvesters
They're going unreflexively
Do your thing.
One way
inside time.
Millions of targets.
Millions of lives.
