This honey-picking woman is trapped.
She danced, she was happy, sad, arguing, silent. Inexhaustible enthusiasm, and vitality, she is colorful. But she's stuck here.
There was a turtle in the small stone pit, and it couldn't get out of it. She stared at the turtle, she was the turtle.
In the evening, she went up to the mountains to gather honey, with the neighbor's youngest son. In the cave, raise a bonfire. The little boy asked, why don't you leave here? She was silent for a while, and if I had a son like yours, things would be very different. However, I did not.
She sat by the bed and told her mother that you will die one day. You are dead, what should I do? She was afraid of separation, anxious and angry. As if the child was having a tantrum.
She kissed her mother, and her mother kissed her again. Repeatedly came four or five times, her mother giggled happily, like a little baby.
One day, she cried and said how nice it would be if you were a baby. I can hold you in my arms and run away from here. Her bees are all dead.
On that very cold and snowy winter night, she learned the sounds of animals, and in the snow, she used a torch to drive away wolves near her home. The fire shone on her face, and she was alone, in the snow, with weeping wet eyes.
After listening to the ending song, I was suddenly in a good mood.
I know that she finally walked out.
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