I grow crops，

I chase my cat,

I talk to my plants.

I do what I like and what I think is right.

I see, the world is changing.

Someone will come down, someone will stand up.

Some will return and some disappeared forever.

It’s all usual,  it’s the truth.

They told me.

I grow, grow old;

I see,  the truth;

I chase, till the end.

Bees work as usual

and radishes still grow.

Everything has his plan.

Nothing has changed.

Move on.