The streets of my hometown have no numbers/ The roofs are bright red/ The village name is the street name/ The electricity is dimly lit by the moonlight...
Bridge connecting two shores
My village goes to town
Asphalt road like poetry
Stretching two streets
Hometown street without number
Fresh pink roofs
The village name is the street name.
The electricity dims the moonlight
Countryside street, neighborhood love
A bowl of crab soup to invite each other
Countryside street, neighborhood
Life after life deep gratitude
Pottery village
Two-way market
Country town, city girl
Plump as a rice flower
I return to the old dock
I thought I was dreaming
Love mother lying on the mountain
Sunshine and rain silver the stork's wings!