You are everywhere

Maybe grapefruit flowers are in love
The chirping of the fragrant pistils in April
Temple gate confused nun
The sound of ripe bananas is like the sound of bells.

The bride shyly in the corner of the room
The scent of pandan leaves and loose hair in the afternoon
The sun is shining and the wind is blowing
The rice fields are waiting to be harvested, promising a bountiful harvest.

The porch is filled with the sound of birds cooing
The red parachute cotton flower gate
Gently rock the hammock
There is a white stork carrying folk songs

Suddenly the whole village was in an uproar.
Up and down the beach, everywhere is you
Sweet lips, soft plums
I grind powder to remember the beauty of my hometown.