Once upon a time in a village,
an abundance of wheat would ripen and sway in the wind,
and a wolf could be seen running through it.
Wheat that fell due to the wind would be trampled on by the wolf.
When the crop was poor, the wolf would then eat it.
There was nothing in the beginning.
There was only warmth.
And then, a promise was made.

Meetings and partings continued.
Eventually humans gained wealth using their own power.
There was probably no need to keep the promise faithfully anymore.

They wake up at dawn.
Plow the fields in the afternoon.
Welcome the new buds in spring.
Enjoy the growth in summer.
Celebrate the harvest in autumn.
And wait for the spring in the winter.