I come to you,
yes,
to work hard
just like
you.

To work hard,
Grow like you.

You?
I say.

My land cannot
Let me grow.
Pain.
Melancholy.
We must leave.

While
different culture,
We are the same.

We?
You say.
You,
I say.

In return,
I bring
our culture.
To share it
yes,
to share it!

Our gifts
harvested for
generations.
Hindered by
...

Yet,
It's thee
Beautful Grief
Makes my
culture
Beautiful Art.

Art?
It says?

We bring
you
Beautiful Grief,
Art,
in return.

Alas!
Be not,
please,
taken away
from me,
But
embrace
like
precious art.
Our story.