Chapter 26 elegy

elegy The widow offered with her tears idol waiting to breastfeed It's the pack of newly born hungry wolves They escape one by one from the life and death line The mountain peak trembles, also conveys my howl Let's siege the farm together You come from a smoky farm Wild chrysanthemum garlands blow in the wind Come up to me and stick out your small but firm tits we met in the meadow Wheat grows wildly on granite you are the widow lost It's me, it's a beautiful wish in my life We lie together, sweating bed adrift on the morning river