A group of friends from far away
becoming the guests of the tribe Luvaniya in Taitung
absorbed in the mountains and the cultures
This is the song a tribal chief used to sing on the roof of his slate house
whenever he was about to pick a man to be his daughter's husband
Now we are going to make 'avai'
As I said, you have to do it by yourselves
We put in the meat in this way
(We were thinking,) what if we shared the local spirit and the local experience
with those who really understand or those who are really interested in our products, and invite them to our tribe
And show them how our elders farm in this land
Close your eyes
Feel it by touching
It's simple
It's true that there are many elders older than I am
But many of them have forgotten the ancient knowledge
I'm afraid that if one day I pass away
Who would still remember the meaning of the millet?
Look at the millet stalks
They used to be what the people used to pray for blessings
Just like the incenses the Chinese people use for worshiping
It's my idea that
I must show the origin of the millets to the children in the most beautiful way
Could the experience of "The Farmers' Trip" be a start for the whole tribe to transform into a school of millet?
We will host you in the most natural and unpretentious way
Harvesting millet, or perhaps a stroll in a forest
We will share these simple experiences with the people