When I was a young shepherd boy and I was shepherding the sheep I was very grateful despite that I was poor. As soon as dawn broke I used to take them outside and played on my wooden flute while leaning on a stump. The time went quickly with my colorful wooden flute and I have never eaten or slept so sweetly ever since. Even today, when I see a young boy shepherd I don't know why I feel envy and sigh without a voice.