Depressed and unable to sleep, with childhood memories surfacing one after the other, Hagu picked up a sculpting knife and began carving out the stories passed down by his forebears, stroke by stroke. Once he had finished, he felt calmer and steadier. He had finally done something for his people as chief.
夜裡苦悶得睡不著，童年記憶一一浮現，哈古拾起雕刻刀，一刀一刀雕鑿中，記錄下這些祖先流傳下來的故事，故事「說」出來了，心情也得到平穩，覺得自己這個頭目總算為族人做了一些事。