I sit among the clouds and watch the hail grow bigger and bigger. My mother, with a bent back, can't bear the hail and starts to wander around the world. How warm and lovable this human world is! Your stone body is moved to tears. You fall gracefully first into the yearning of the countryside. The rice sister becomes more and more shy and the fruitful crops are overwhelmed by their own weight. Then you fall into the confusion of the city where you can't see clearly anymore, and all over the streets, people blindly speak sweet nothings.