้ ญใๅใใใใใญใฎ็จฒ็ฉใซๆใใ้ฆณใใใ
็ฉใใใงใๅฎใใใชใๅฎใใใๆฅใ ใใ
โโโๅ็กใๅใๅฅณ็ฅใฎๅงฟใใ
I think of the golden ears of rice that hang over my head.
Of the calm, peaceful, and bountiful days.
โโโOf the image of the Goddess who is fond of naps.
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