Ladder of Harvest; If we are not wise
How will we gladden our father’s heart?
If we are foolish
We are heavy in our mother’s heart
Cut up in the atmosphere of struggles
Only you can save yourself
We all want to be a profitable treasure
But who will gather us in the summer
It is a disaster when the wicked get rich
Because it traumatize the city
Every one rejoice when the just get rich
But wealth can change the just
Don’t rely on a helpless wealth
You might sleep in the harvest
Climb the harvest of ladder to the fullest
Until you own your ladder.