The lane is deep

I am lost in the darkness with nowhere to hide

The coal seam has a pair of hands that warm others

But I am suffocated by the smoke from my hometown

I was supposed to be hoeing the fields

The girl I love is by the river in the distance

Shepherding a group of kind sheep

But now, the sun rises and sets

I am eight hundred meters underground

Mining a substance called coal

Hometown, only gray on the temples

Or when it snows

Eyes welling up

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