Question

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

           Answer

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!