There's a deep longingness in me.
Oh, sometimes I feel it aloud in my heart, reverberating like I just felt it now.
That I should leave behind everything and go with my family to a faraway place.
There, I would own a small house and lead a simple, quiet life.
There, I would raise cattle and grow my own foods.
There, I would read a lot of books and write my own stories.
There, my wife and I would nurture my daughter well, so that she would become a good human.
There, I would volunteer in a community school and impart my knowledge to the village children.
This is my longingness, and ah, it's so simple!