One winter day, I was playing with my friends at the field,
my surroundings were dyed a deep red by the sunset.

I could smell the fragrance of dinner in the air from somewhere,
the fragrance of dried grass on the vacant field,
as well as the fragrance of the finest herbs and spices,
that tickled my nose.

I quickened my pace home,
but halfway through, I lost my way.

Just when I was about to burst into tears,
I heard the voice of a kind man.

He extended his hands towards me,
and gave me a piece of candy.

That sweetness seemed to calm me down,
a rich aroma beyond description.

That man held my hand,
before I knew it,
i was at the doorstep of my house.

The voices i could hear from inside,
gradually grew louder.

Searching for the warmth,
I opened the wooden door.


will you?